Lyrics:
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And they keep callin' me a bum
And everybody knows but me
You should be gone
And the cards and the stars all say
You should be gone
And by the time I
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
women down there too
But that's for rope soap romeo
That bum ain't got a clue
Just for viewin' pleasure
Head down by the pier
Think of all
hell if it doesn't work out
Well, that's just the way it goes
Got a job making Margaritas
In a little bar by the pier
Till he finally made some
watch it in my boxers
Wash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfast
Guess it's time to bum with the triumvirate
Love that shit, crushin'
If you’re feeling out of place
maybe I should leave?
by the look on your face
baby i can see
theres nothing i can do
its all a big mistake
angel
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
It's not easy for a heart that's stuck in limbo
But it's okay 'cause you're a bum and I'm a bimbo
I am not the one you're
a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Dance bum rush the speaker
And her pride is a higher horse
Than some bum of a man upon a steed
The handle's rough,
She works it smooth
Hardened by the pace
The handds get though
Say you love me one more time
Say you need me to get by
Say you love me and I'll be just fine
[Repeat: x3]
I'll be just fine
Oh yeah, I'll
work, no calls, no text
Someones about to by my next ex next ex
And I've been sitting here watching reruns even
Betty Whites lookin at me like a bum
promise I will be there on time.
We'll be guilded by my new friends the butterflys,
Bring us back to our own little hive.
Oh, my darling honey bee,
was you
I ain't sayin' I'm a knowitall
But something sure should have tipped you off
When he said, "Hey baby can I bum a couple bucks for gas,"
said his rewritten vows that I could hardly pronounce
But was soon drowned out by that organ and the shout of
Ban marriage
Ban marriage
Ban
thinking
Your first breath in and the clock starts ticking
I'm not trying to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic, just thinking out loud
I'm just
surely go
This pillar of sleep orbited
By thousands of delicate thoughts that will surely go
These satellites fleeced at the door
Comprised of the reason
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
the project slums (what is rap?)
It was the drums, straight cultural
Like the piercing of the tongue (what is rap?)
What is rap nigga? I'm a bum
What is
Sometimes the news bums me out
It doesn't get me off the couch where I belong
I guess as world problems never seem to rest
Am I afraid? God, yes,
Standing on the corner of eleventh street
Oh just a bum from country
Trying to look real neat
Haven't got a dollar , I haven't got a dime
Haven't got
They say get it in by all means
By all means we all fiends, pick your crutch
Living in this big world on small screens, sip your cup
And play your
the night is through
Girl, I swear
That I care
(Look-look)
And I'll be there
I can tell it's you, by the tone like clockwork
Know it's you
like I was
at the end the world had me by the roach clip/ until
my ghost is countin dead roses its over close it that
the bidnosis/ hits is hypnosis
Dobra nie ma bum bang sratatata
Szatan opanował znów ten lunapark
Trzeba tłumacza wam tu
Próg wyłamanych zamków
Nie daje odetchnąć miastu
Powiedz co
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