Lyrics:
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
by wild boys you won't get up no never
Do anything for each other no matter the measure they roll together
I dedicate this track to Richard Kyte
no news!
The thing that seems to justify
All of our fears
Is that all of this went down
In the last five years but tell me
What really happened to J
no one comes in pity but his maid
to help with the records
rewarded by efforts that she made to set the sailing straight and smooth
again
richard
Needles stabbed into the walls
The executioners curtain call
Fighting back he found his life drowning
And there was no way up
Cause Richard hung
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door
I met old zeke standing
real in these streets, you ain't got what it takes, yeah
I get a bag every week, by the end of the month, nigga, watch what I make, uh
Watch what you
that guess what?
Guess what? I was hurt feelings matter
Bruh the way mo'fucka's put money up so
High, popularity, money stands feelings
Matter, bruh
That! Guess what? Y’all need the vibes!
I was hurt feelings matter, bro! The way
Motherfuckers put money up
So high, popularity, radio
Spins feelings
no time to explain)
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight
A lot of those people who thought I was crazy
Sent their draft cards back you know
It doesn't matter whether Richard Nixon
Wants to have an army
If are
needles were stabbed into the walls
the executioner's cutain call
fighting back he found his life drowning
and there was no way up
'cause richard
we pay for his meals
Convicted for the eight student nurses he killed
What the heck Richard Speck eight nurses you wrecked
What the heck Richard Speck
the by-product of the higher speeds of overthinking that went on in my mind
So bad at times I even wanted to die
You know what lifted me up?
Remember Richard was
Did this on my own ain't gotta worry bout no fuck shit
12 Round the neck guess it's cheaper by the dozen
Middle name Richard so I had to cop a Millie
needles were stabbed into the walls
the executioner's cutain call
fighting back he found his life drowning
and there was no way up
'cause richard
to think for
Yourselves again you will learn
To savor words and language no
Matter what anybody tells you
Words and ideas
Can change the world i see that
YOU MATTER
Words and Music By Carolee Rainey
Produced By Robert L. Smith
Engineered and Mastered By Robert L. Smith and Defy Recordings
Guitars
adorn her
Sir Richard had been a bachelor of distinction
Several times resisted the urge for a wife
But when Lizzie came down the street, there was no
K H U N ခွန် is not lemonade
Yeah, Washington Uzi (Umm)
Ayy-Ayy Yeah
What's Da Matter
What's Da Matter
What's Da Matter (Aww) (Woo)
What's Da Matter
Hangin around the pub all day
Some Italian bloke says he wants to play
Pulls out his guitar and demands to be paid
It's Richard Benson, no frickin
delicately
They're to be sodomised by Richard and Judy
This parties getting started
Sanity has departed
Judy is dancing nakedly whilst Richard wanks
up
Ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters)
No matter how much money we went through
We never let the paper change us (we ain't
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