Lyrics:
was your forlifer while you fucked with some putos
Never will i forget what you done to me so low
Fucking narcissist i came to tear you a brand new hole
running on diesel
Better than empty I’ll sleep when I’m...
Leave it to me though
Girl got my name in her phone as el gordo con verga rodrigo.
Bro told me
I'm choking a tad 'till the face is all purple like it's Lyft
Rodrigo the way that they stepping
They rocking the boots and the purple like it's Liv
I
Encendida mi pámpara y eso es lo que más les duele
Que me pegue yo y no nos tiene
A New York la merca va pa' que mi Domi la espere
Y nos quedemos con las
jaw, ribs, and I cough, spit
Watch this
Like Robin Williams, I hang with it
Y'all won't feel it till I make millions
Then I'll raise ceilings and you'll
she knows how to pipe
She a freak treesh
And also in the sheets
No lovers just a lot of creeps
Why no love cause I want companionship
When I get a girl
Yeah, I might have to go incognito
Wish I was back in New York like Severino
But soon you'll catch me out in Queens, Tomas Nido
Got arenas on my
Checks in my bank account
Look at the bank amount
Balance says 0 dot 0 and 0
Fuck, did I take it all out?
Nah, dawg, just not enough cash by my job,
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
the days are all grim
Too alive once the chips are all in
When I'm in effect, the days are all close
Woke up new, the city was all ghost
When I'm in effect,
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
There used to be three of us
Gabriela, you and I
We wrote a friendship song in my house
Now you're being devious and mischievous
You flirted with
Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin', tryin' to make it by
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
heard that shit before
And I say "Uh huh, oh yeah, you're right"
'Cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere (more news
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
I'ma go biblical now
By His Grace we came through
We conquered the demons now we looking for the sinners
And we all be turned to brand new
Keeping
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
'm headed,
I'm checkin' boxes off my checklist,
The doctor's who you've dreaded,
Soon you're gonna need a med kit,
Done so much for you, y'all really indebted,
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
brand new
You say you the realest we gon put that to the test
Coz y'all be getting up to shit I really couldn't guess
If you ain't one of us then like
sweatshops
Then on to the prairie
homesteading cowgirls
Lakota land taken it's true
Keeping the sabbath
And raising smart daughters
Old traditions in new lands
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