Lyrics:
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
What's
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Mmmmmm
SMILE
When trouble surrounds me
SMILE
And I'm down I just need you to smile Bay Bay
SMILE
When I ain't seen the sun in a while
Surrounded by
going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.
From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
you feel like a wimp
Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit
Got you all up in your feelings and shit
Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga
can rap rap the Hustla! The Hustla!
He supposed to be The Hustla
Man you don't know shit about 50
Slabs up in the crack pack
Writin' verses in the dope
hoes now
Girl, I really think that we should slow down
We done played this scene plenty times before
You say you gon' leave, pack your bags by
back from the end of the world
Pick you up when you feel down
Put you in touch with your fellow man
Take an ugly situation and turn it around
Just
Every day I walk out in this torn up world
And I fight to survive
I'm laughing when I make it to the Saturday
And I'm alive
Carrying your smile with
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
from dreaming...
Then I woke up from dreaming
OLD BRUSH ARBORS
(Darrell Edwards - G. Ardis)
« © '66 Glad Music »
(Old Brush Arbors by
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave
to bed
We're going to unpack our troubles
from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead
I like your story
Land of Hope and Glory
Wait until we drop
your first born child'll come out
With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z
shit, " he says
"you got to look at it from my point of view
I always wanted to say this
To the judge: ‘Think about
Your son if your son grew
Up in
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
Street when
I hit the booth
A motivational speaker when I speak the truth
Come down to Pensacola if you need some proof
I could mess your smile up
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