Lyrics:
'I've some news to tell you'
'There's no longer a position for you'
'Sorry Smithers-Jones'
Put on the kettle and make some tea
It's all a part of feeling
through the park (park)
Candle light dinners by dark (dark), I'm thinkin' smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, crush and be up
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
and I’m facing one
There is no doubt - that you did it
Tired of me, now get rid it
So u did it (so u did it), did it, did it
So u did it (so u did it),
High like plane
All this gas
Ain't no tank
Took yo Bae, disappeared
David Blane
Off these drugs
Kurt Cobain
Hydroplane
Surf whip
Raining like my chain
don't know me
I'm part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones
by myself but I know you’ll make me better
Oh! Hey, there she go
That’s the one I’ve got to know
Such a cutie right? Their whole crew is tight
But
Uh, uh, uh, I'm in the, I'm in the, I'm in the
I'm in the business of making music, that music business
The fitness, no one can witness cause I
I
girl, but I didn't get upset
(yeah) i just chill (White bitch)
Paid it no attention and kept to my mention
On my mission, it really didn't matter
Cause
Everything with her is a plot and a
Scheme has no merit no foundation
I didn’t Wana speak up because i have real
Respect for our women and definitely my
Son i
through the park (park)
Candle light dinners by dark (dark), I'm thinkin' smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, crush and be up
The Liks and WhoRidas
Trust no one, smash, with my family do or die
When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes mail
Won't stop, I sell, I
is
Fuck the Jones's, niggas trying to keep up with the Combses (Notorious)
C'mon y'all
We are, we are (what's his name)
No, No, No, Notorious
He
Hearing it raining on the ceiling
Is giving me a feeling
It's the tears of love
Falling from your eyes
Because you see me there
Crying by the chair
And as I live and learn because there's always someone mouthing
Speaking on an issue, praise you or they diss you
Long as I am strong, the words fly by me
the truth - he's no coward.
Step into his mind and anything goes - if you can't
relate, why you hangin round?
The cure for repression - I got good news -
on stage, like the ever I graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup
'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate
Wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
Napa
So I savor and don’t wait for the next chapter
The stressed is drowned out by the laughter in Napa
So po’ some mo’ rosé in my glass bruh
shoulders
Holdin my soldier swollen I can't hold my composure
And when I come to town, your woman come around
And plenny fun is found when I give her some
to Hagney
East Finchley Apache
Verse 2
Mega:
Spit in Juan, when you see that link is on
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
Ayo, I run for
[Excerpts from the Jim Jones suicide tape]
Jim Jones: "Living--you're looking at death and it looks--living is much, much more difficult. Raising up
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