Lyrics:
in Genesis
He scammed well, man fell, damned to hell
The whole human race - he represented it
Fooled by the serpent, man through his work
Woman through
swatters
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Smash an hourglass, grab the sand, takes his hands and cup 'em
Spin a rhyme
crushing 'the lincoln'!
Now, the man in the checkered suit, well,
Without his car he went screaming off into the desert at sunset
All the way
'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon
Cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon
Through U-City back
of roast meat.
The brief reflection was stopped by a gesture of a man sitting by the bonfire. It was an old Cheyenne with a wistful face; he had laid his
amongst the crowd
A strange and erratic man
Made his way down where he found
Himself being stop by the king's guards
At the blockage
Insisted he had
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
about where the sheep goin'
All I know is war, I don't stop
I keep goin'
Our shooters past at his funeral
(Man, what he do?) shit
I just made a vow
isn’t sage enough. You must consult someone even more sager: my fahjah, or at least the man I wish was my fahjah.
UNCLE WALTER:
Dine Sore flared his
answering his phone
But anyway, this is the way the story goes
In the theater, welcomed by a round of applause
A fellow sits on that stage alone
He tells his
a sign it's avoid
Need a mask on my face like Jango
Or mask on my face like Lloyd
On an anti vibe
For when they try slide by my side tryna pull up like
Hi
some good swimmers cuz I'm as deep as the river
I'm the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler
Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller
With the mask and the beenie
The day after that he got a
Plan to sell fake weed
To out of town town people
This shit is crazy people
Its motivated by
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on,
a man can just relax
Slippers there by the chair
Not a worry not a care
Along comes junior swinging his little axe
Tell me a story tell me a story
a story, then I'll go to bed
Oh, worry, worry, weary ends my day
Time to go home without my raise in pay
Home by the fire where a man can just relax
all his lights and they drove right by him, woo
Chapter two
Traphouse just got cable
Stuntin' on the neighbors
The cable man was the feds though
a man can just relax
Slippers there by the chair
Not a worry not a care
Along comes junior swinging his little axe
Tell me a story tell me a story
a man can just relax
Slippers there by the chair
Not a worry not a care
Along comes junior swinging his little axe
Tell me a story tell me a story
of his life
Started out at like twelve
Trapped in a belly of hell
Grew into a man inside of a cell
Yo, anger just swell up
At a early age that
the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Led a life that tells a helluva story
But today is the day that it ends
He Found his calling in the business
Eyes crusty when he wakes up
Regrets of how he got his cake up
Last night he did some shit he couldn't even make up, make up
2pm on the clock man he
the
Hand he got to change ya transmission
Man listen, some niggas transition
I knew a cat with Parkinson's who could
Shoot a gat while his hand twitchin'
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
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