Lyrics:
yea so
Bring back d Ole' Time Days
It's not good that we livin in chaos everyday
Is always a gunshot yuh hearing in d streets dem everywhere
Long time
bring you wealth
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby
Last time was the last time
Yeah
That
by our perseverance
On some real nigga shit fuck that bitch Willie Lynch manipulative hoe just like Eddy Louis
Out with the thin self love is in
government
Scratching on my back in my ear I know she love the shit
Yeah
But she dont want to stay
She tryna make wait lil mama I cant play wit you
She think
the GOP laid low
The Donald was defeated by Joe Biden from Mayo
Cork gave us Míchael Martin, Jack Lynch and Collins too
And Kerry gave O'Connell
SHE LIKE I'M CLEAN, SHE LIKES MY SWAG/
FLY AND DEBONAIR, DEFINE THE WORD CLASS/
BROOKLYN ELEGANT
GETTING MONEY LIKE MERRILL LYNCH
ALWAYS IN LARGE
SHE LIKE I'M CLEAN, SHE LIKES MY SWAG/
FLY AND DEBONAIR, DEFINE THE WORD CLASS/
BROOKLYN ELEGANT
GETTING MONEY LIKE MERRILL LYNCH
ALWAYS IN LARGE
SHE LIKE I'M CLEAN, SHE LIKES MY SWAG/
FLY AND DEBONAIR, DEFINE THE WORD CLASS/
BROOKLYN ELEGANT
GETTING MONEY LIKE MERRILL LYNCH
ALWAYS IN LARGE
SHE LIKE I'M CLEAN, SHE LIKES MY SWAG/
FLY AND DEBONAIR, DEFINE THE WORD CLASS/
BROOKLYN ELEGANT
GETTING MONEY LIKE MERRILL LYNCH
ALWAYS IN LARGE
SHE LIKE I'M CLEAN, SHE LIKES MY SWAG/
FLY AND DEBONAIR, DEFINE THE WORD CLASS/
BROOKLYN ELEGANT
GETTING MONEY LIKE MERRILL LYNCH
ALWAYS IN LARGE
SHE LIKE I'M CLEAN, SHE LIKES MY SWAG/
FLY AND DEBONAIR, DEFINE THE WORD CLASS/
BROOKLYN ELEGANT
GETTING MONEY LIKE MERRILL LYNCH
ALWAYS IN LARGE
SHE LIKE I'M CLEAN, SHE LIKES MY SWAG/
FLY AND DEBONAIR, DEFINE THE WORD CLASS/
BROOKLYN ELEGANT
GETTING MONEY LIKE MERRILL LYNCH
ALWAYS IN LARGE
a game?"
"Just like old times" but now
Nothing feels the same
Thought that I was in for something good
Not horror, now
He controls every action I can take,
might just come back
With Po-yo instead
Kici is gonna shine
That boy Shaun reclined
I hit the Long Drive now its time I do mine
Its time I just chill
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Ha!
Young nigga jookin' on the back block
(Back block)
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
(Hands hurt)
Foreign door, push got
letter to Mr. Santa Claus (tell him, girl)
From all the single girls back home (alright)
Bring me a man (bring me a man, bring me a man)
This
of Stuyvesant
That I would get to know your sisters
Bring 'em with us every time that we were in Austin
If only she knew what it's like to see the world
Glass half empty, waking from dreams, chasing my fears
I ain't never cried so much tears in all these years
Success brings more stress, my vision's
Killawatt Candy
Written by: Tim Lynch
Candy
Would you be mine
Candy
I gotta find some (Chorus)
Candy
Would you be mine
Candy
Why can't I find no
changed dude
They don't make'em
Like us
I been feeling like and alien
Like a native of the way beyond
They been tryna bring me down to earth
But I keep
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes
Oh oh Oh, ah ah ah ah
Bring it back,
Bring it back
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes
Oh oh Oh, ah ah ah ah
Bring it back,
Bring it back
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes
Oh oh Oh, ah ah ah ah
Bring it back,
Bring it back
wrong and not
Good for my health, no
I got a few heartbreaks tucked
Up under my belt i'm not proud of that
Wishing I could take it back
Taking drugs
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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