Lyrics:
level Gang Omo we just gangling Like we on another level Omo we just gangling People what's the level (What's the level) Omo what's the way (What's
Treetop slim was a gangling lad stood six foot six at twelve On painted pony into town his brogan shoes would scrape the ground Talk about a rifle
really see How things will improve If all you want is to stay loose But what about them You play mother hen To a gaggle of gangling youth All you
gardening for the busy getting rich helpless gangling folk I want to be John Caldwell's gardener I want to be john Caldwell's gardener He pays so well He
the mother fucking king When it come to this thing Making beats and spitting rhymes Catch me playing with my Danglehang Gangling Back and forth Create
No lo mismo, no lo mismo, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Gangling, don't look, oh Tienes que aprender a vivir en la esquina, aprende a josear La calle
Nothing to explain, no rules to the game Hey, Everything at once A newborn giraffe, dirigible, gangling Hey, you know what you want, want Move and thrust,
by the snake One last breath under the canopy Gangling fingers mock her shame
brightly below. Gangling, breathing hard, the fawn, She took a cautious step then spilled full frame into the kitchenette Feet slippery from the ash.
dangling Looking like they done withstood a mangling And even though she's gangling She cuter than baby pangolins Listen, we've arisen from like a dozen
But I kept dribbling down my front of my jumper A gangling white pile of floured bones Show me the place where the spiders go Sell my body to the sea
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