Lyrics:
I guess you don't give a fuck
About the money then
How much 40 grand a piece
No down the middle
No no no no no no no no
That ain't even enough
Irving berlin
Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out
shit
I reached out for some help and i grabbed some girls tit
I got bitch slapped by a bitch in berlin
I don´t know how it happened
I can´t explain what
imma ball out like Kyrie Irving
You already know
How it goes with me
Imma bout to blow
Just like TNT
I already know
That they notice me
I stay on they
Her Irving Berlin optimism
Can't touch my Cole Porter sad
She fell asleep before the television
Me and the TV are insomniacs
And we both know this
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens (guided, guided)
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin (guided, guided by)
I'm
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens (guided, guided)
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin (guided, guided by)
I'm
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS (Instead of Sheep)
Eddie Fisher/Rosemary Clooney/Bing Crosby
(Irving Berlin)
from the 1954 movie "White Christmas".
When
Balling no jersey
Feeling like Irving
Run to the money
I'm in a hurry
Hotter than Curry
No number 30
They sleeping on me
But I'm not worried
Balling
stay by a lake
She don't ask how I'm living
She know dat I'm straight
Dropped out of school
And I ran up da cake
Run up da racks
Till I'm breaking da
Irving is its name
Fingers dance in tune
As Irving digs the blues
How about some gin?
We could stay here a while
Sing a lullaby
While I clip my toenails
We
blowing
I'm finna call your bluff
I can tell, just by how you look
You don't know too much
You don't know too much
You don't know too much
All that hot air
on a white T
I'ma write in cursive like Kyrie Irving
Pastel pink on the color of the curtains
Prada on the surface of the purses
But I'ma disappear if
college hoe she tryna please me like I'm the dean
Don't give a fuck about this shit, I still ball Kyrie Irving
My first time hitting the road I was kinda
brahms... here in america you've got your fred mcdowell, your irving berlin, your glenn miller, and your booker t & the mg's
.Another example of the great
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by the birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First
On sometimes I got to come down from the
Trouble, from the noise and from the sound
Inna berlin city woman and man dem irie
But me overstand well how
out not by them niggas okay
I come from the bottom nigga okay
So how you not proud of me
Wake up first thing
I put loud in me
Then I shit on whoever
clothes are quite stupid,
And also his shoes!
He's got a big ol' duck-mouth!
(who knows how he chews!)
He thinks he knows something
About the great plan!
(Goodbye s1rk)
(B-Boy 50)
(If you think that you can hang with me and s1rk than you've been tricked)
I feel like you don't really wanna talk about it
Talk to me
Yeah talk to me dirty
Pull up to the lot aye
I'm swerving
Ballin ballin' like I'm Kyrie Irving
If I has a dime for everything my
opportunity lending.
The community get dizzy and spinning, mostly jocked by smarter women.
If she not about the average, I got her looking.
She trying to keep
to look up
Irving Berlin in the section
For sixteenth century literature
No! Fact is, friends
And I'm telling you in confidence 'cause
I know no one gonna
Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens (Guided, guided)
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin (I am guided by)
I'm guided by
.jpg/224px-Irving_Caesar_(1930).jpg "Irving Caesar")
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