Lyrics:
and drove away
To THE CAN
Where Neil Young slipped another disc
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
FROZE-ing by the PIES!
(And that was
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant
On time with it when
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Fooly, Foooly
(gas)
M.O.E
We bout a bag (bag)
M.O.E
We bout a bag (racks)
(stacks, lil bit call me her Daddy)
Rocking all this lemonade
Bakers Man,
the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess
with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made vortices
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
I've been thru the fire a time or two and i'm too young to feel this blue
new love old love what do I know? I think about the time and wonder where
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
There's nothin' like a woman's love
For a man when he's lonesome and blue
If your loved carressed by a woman
If you need her be thankful you do.
Kush and a swisha
Money over bitches
Never kill a woman
Unless she is a witness
All about my business
Survival of the fittest
She let me hide my weed
never flew
Young Manny told her she would like it
This is very new
I told her that I don't mind it
Money get by it
Money and happiness
That shit don't buy
I wanna hear your heart beat
Wanna feel what you need
Let me stay tonight by your side
By your side
I wanna hear your heart beat
Share your dreams
woman had no shame she approached and asked my name
I said mr droops aka the young duke she gave me a look that I read like a book and her man and that
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
going out altogether
Oh, I live by my mirror and stare in my eyes
Trying to make out who I see there
But I'm looking at a woman that I can't
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
Check it out
Your tuning in KWPL coming at you with Bad Boys Blue
Listen up
You’re listening to the Bad Boys Blue Megamix
Coming at you live
Tonight
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He
Check it out
You’re tuning in to KWPL
Coming at you with Bad Boys Blue
Listen up
You’re listening to the Bad Boys Blue Megamix
Coming at you live
at my funeral
Make sure them pretty flowers lookin’ beautiful
Don’t be blue at my funeral
Everybody rockin’ blue at my funeral
Blue at my funeral
Secretly they fantasize
But they know they'll never paid be to play
Yea
I'ma kill one of you young punks
With a old school flow
Flow flow
Though I
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