Lyrics:
chances are slim like shady
If I were you I'd understand why you would hate me
I make good ass music, like boy you crazy
I only use this so I can say how
Kells make it hurt at the same time feel good!
Label me a bad boy, true but I; m damn good
I'm rich as hell but I'm straight up out the damn hood
F**k
unchained like D'jango
Fighting all these snakes
You'd think ya boy Rango
Dancing with the devil
And it takes two to tango
Got the bull by the horns
Yeah I'm
like them other dudes do we
We young boys, but we sound mature
Call me Stewie
But this ain’t no baby talk
Say we make them looney tunes
‘Cause they
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
felt her hand in mine and said "Your wrong about me"
"I'm a boy from a good family" I told her
The juke box played an out-of-time tune (So what's new)
alone I fear
Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes
on time but time ain't a thing
So I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, by a string
Cause either I'm forgotten in my death and I die for good
Maybe that's
zatial celkom podozrivo good
Na stole chicken tikka masala, lenivý mood
Papuče, terasa, gauč a klud
Pomaly sa zo mňa stáva rodinný typ
Vačšinu dní by som
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
the steadiness of a surgeon
We write the version, like the goods of a virgin
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, all naughty walk to a pumpkin belly
Jah lead enough niggas
down, I levitate
I like a woman that's all-natural
I give her good energy and let it reciprocate
A young nigga that's tryna innovate
As many ways
stop before I drop/
Bit muddy my cup take some drugs before I fuck/
I'm just tryna make a better version of today/
I don't need her perversions
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Performed by Jimmy Buffett, The Great Gonzo, and Rizzo The Rat
From Kermit UnPigged - Jim Henson Records BMG Kidz.
(Talking)
Rizzo: Hey Look Gonzo,
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
nuts man
Last two albums I've been complaining
Like I'm a defendant
Haters holding court like they're the plaintiff
Dudes with man boobs
With commentary
prefer being fine
Standing on the corner
Trying to get by, girl
(That must be a good world)
I been depressed, I prefer being fine
If there's trouble up
moving on by
If I was a stick of gum I’d be your stride
I hope horns don’t start growing out of me bc I’m a good boy & got some ocean blue eyes
They
you
But I was a different person when I was around you
How could I cry, be heartbroken by
A boy who wouldn't tell me his body count
Ideas I put effort
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
Spending time by myself, or with me
Winding down when my mind's a little sickly
It's wild when I'm feeling all nostalgic
Remembering the time while I vibe
Roses when a nicca gone
But like bad boy in the 90's
People Hate me now
Come to find out LA is a crazy town
Out on Venice after 8
The crazies come round
thought of you.
Prolog: original version by Pale/rüeggmathias rüegg – piano
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