Lyrics:
she wanna spend the night with me
Mama keep on telling me boy you be having too much pride
Mama you don't know me they don't really take me serious
Lies, lies, all you ever do is tell me lies Lies, it is never coming by surprise
Pride, I know it's the devil in the skies Skies, he will never get
Speeding through the street at night, sharpen my pride
Just a goat in the rain
Keep the peace by my side, sharpen my knife
War was only the game
This
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Livin' on free food tidbits
Water in the milk from the hole in the roof
Where the rain came through
What can you do? Ummhum
Tears from little
I’m right there by your side
In me, you can confide
Your light, I’ll be your guide
I am such a good boy
Your guy, your ride or die
Denied, but still
boy
He'll be alright, he's by my side
He's no little boy, he's my pride and joy
Sha la la la Sha la la la, I'm going home.
Sha la la la Sha la la
The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I
several times
And now I rise at the resurrection
A little bread a little wine, and it's
I am the joy of an innocent boy
I am the blessed overtones of
Those
(Little less)
I, I know what he sees
But you're not me
(Never be me)
By his side you know I'm
Flawless
Truth be told I have
Nothing on you
You love a boy
boys
Tonight we're droppin' by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna let you know
Your sister's def
Your sister's def
She's so huh, is
Chasing Dreams
Written & Performed by Derrell
To kick things off
I just gotta give a quick shoutout to my FLIGHT Fam
And everybody that's down
oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois
He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people
Where they do things different
Thought he'd
Hey little drummer boy, don't you move too fast
You're swimming in the ocean, you're floating on the grass
Aint no doubt about it I hear the voices
Clause
Get to my house, look up, a mistletoe
I'm your drummer boy, but I promise I'm not little (OH)
Parents are gone and no one be sulkin
We home alone
killed the pussy now I’m talking to the judge
I’m a real nigga keep a baddie by my side
I be with gang talk yo shit and we gone slide
Keep the stick like
make a little boy drummer
All them homis in the hood that’s from one summer
Had em freezing up like the block tundra
Put em on the line they gon show
with the fee-fi-fo-fum
All I needs a little drummer boy
Parum-pa-pum-pum
And my lung and I be
Ready to go son
Yo
Peep my flow, no
Don't make shinobi
I am the drummer boy run up a bum bum
Call me Wonka man
But fuck the factory
And if you want the tea
Come on a tour with me
Remember enjoyin things
in his manger of hay
Joseph, Mary, Kings of the land
The little drummer boy
Guardian Angels surround
They found themselves, they found themselves
They
drummer boy right up in the front
Giving orders from a beat while they marched the streets
But nobody was left when the music was done
Not even one sole
help him with, Jack
My chestnut's rested on Santa's open fire
Sweat comes down it's heating up
Robe comes down, it's rising up
I am Santa's drummer boy
Tryna give me a case, Naaaa
Had five of them bitches by the way lil ass nigga
Yes I smoke off that blaze Jutty jut I go high stakes Stakes
Take that stake
the drummer boy I rat ta ta tat em
Steam roll flat em
Try to stay optimistic but I’m sad lookin at em
Cover the land in a shroud of smoke
Grow strong like all
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