Lyrics:
quit
Thinking by myself, okay this is it
Everything I paid for, to hell with it
When I'm talking bout lonely then I'm talking bout myself
When I'm
see 'em getting weaker
Walnuts, shake your boobs to the beat
Walnuts, set fire to your seat
Walnuts, make you bob and weave
The second that it's
up
I keep a Glock by my side, and it's one up
Pop out with my B's/bees, your ass can get stung up
Put a opp on a tee, your ass can get hung up
It's Da
that butter
Even though it caused us Trouble...
( x2 )
( c )
Written by : Ja’von Debois Currie
Rawkus
The next emcee
Must stay on topic
While I stay as cool as Tom Cruise
In the cockpit
Bubble Goose
Any stage
I'm guaranteed to rock it
If she lost
young Nardi thinking
Decade went by 'fore I got to blinking
Big Idea maybe the music's my thing
What a ride these memories bring
Asparaguys and gals
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in
It's 11 o'clock on Wednesday
I'm badly in need of break
There's beautiful blonde singing next me
She's making all kinds of mistakes
She says, I
Bjork
When you think you can get by without it all
There's a deleted release by the Fall
And if you start to believe that you've grown out of this
Joe
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame
When the child
a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought
Soulja Livin' tru
Yeah, this chain 50k, I'mma wear it everyday
We can do it your way, we can do it my way
We can bust this bitch down and split it
Tim and Bob
Bobby Valentino
You know how we do
It's another one
I saw you walking
Down on Melrose
You looked like an angel
Straight out
Tim and Bob
Bobby Valentino
You know how we do
It's another one
I saw you walking
Down on Melrose
You looked like an angel
Straight out
like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar
And they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get
Some head by the side
Me and Tom, back and forth
We've been goin' at it
And we ain't all there
Upstairs like an attic
Rappers all addicts it don't
Add up mathematics i'm
banging but I shoot till it’s empty
Y’all internet gangster but sweet as Debbie
Like Sponge Bob nigga I’m always ready
So I got the spatch on me and I’m
look at the time, I know what I'm missing
I'm crazy like Tom, how I been on a mission
I'm keeping it calm, making hits like I'm Stiizy
Back
And left scriptures behind to fulfill things
But you still want to kill things, rob and steal things
So don't blame us when it's time to fulfill things
tom cruise I am still on the mission u
I got to stay by my pivot
Ball like I'm jordan but I don't need Pippen
Walk on the road that's forbidden
I got
ever could
Got in this position just by doing things we never should
Trying to get to Hollywood, i'll put in the time for it
Trying to get a mansion for
PEACES
My killas trained to shoot when they see a head nod
You a square bob look like Uncle Tom
Flexin wit dem chains you gone get yo ass robbed
Got yo
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