Lyrics:
roll up dead guys
New pack that I'm smoking I just copped it at the red light
Put his ass to sleep, it was past lil buddy bed time
Tuff up on the net but
...I mean, it doesn' matter 'oo it is, I mean, the message gets through.
Steve: (recorder clicks on mid-sentence)...anyways, 'e did not deserve
the sun's too bright
And the sun hurts his eyes or something -- you show up all sunburned and
That guy's gonna get pissed at you and me!"
Allen: "Well, I'm
easy
I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her Buddy
She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean
of the drugs I'm a hell of a guy
She said I'm too litty, can tell by my eyes
I'm moving forward, don't wanna rewind
Don't wanna money, don't wanna waste time
You
Some guys just want to win trophys
Some guys just want to get girls
And some guys swear they won't stop working
'Til they own everything in the world
get tHe uH, yeah
SHoot you grabbin' in tHe bag
SHit you makin' it ain't Half, of wHat I made up in tHe past
Groovy Tony with tHe moves, uH
My bank
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
Buddy don't do this!
I will come splitting your wig
40 on rack
Pull out a stick out my wrist
I'm in a dream I believe it
600cc
Buddy don't do this!
I
and he's a cool guy
And you'll really need him, I mean need to really get to know him
Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns
From
money oh buddy
Give me Credit I'll blow it all, flex that loan money
Make money like everything I do's money
Win money lose money got some shoe money
called Everything's Bleeding, and I scrapped it, and I replaced it with Broken to Not Get Too Far Caught
But the four tracks I made for that album, they're
home
It's some that are in disbelief they seen a good guy gone
I'm blacking out
Fuck it no longer acting now
If a hater think shit sweet get smoked no
the other guy loses
He's gonna be on CNN
It's OK
That's what I say
It's gonna be OK
All Saints Day 2020
Vote your conscience, God bless America
And by
Sometimes a guy needs
Someone he can talk to
A good friend he can lean on
When he's feelin' down
Someone he can argue with
But still get
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
the army
soccer practice oooh
soccer practice
get a cold
shower
do it now
for your coach
oh oh oh
soccer practice
oooh
soccer practice
soc soc soc soc soccer
I get raw fucked by a bowl now I'm nauseous
Playing hang man, but to talk is like crossword
Crossbow cross paths with my cross chain
Like floss
because you didn't order Vodka, buddy
That's why it's three dollars a glass, a-put your hands down
Now look down, look down
Now I need, I need everybody
swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch
They take a mile, they got style, but it isn't Slim
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear
swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch
They take a mile, they got style, but it isn't Slim
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear
swear them other guys, you give 'em an inch
They take a mile, they got style, but it isn't Slim
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear
the family
When Jocko got a job with the county
It was time
To move the Schaffers into Corning
It was ‘59
And Buddy was a teen drawing hot rods
Listening
at me I look at it and I go ..Ok. you got it, sign.
Right so I'm driving safely all of a sudden a guy in another lane,
compeletly oblivious to me. He
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