Lyrics:
So you gotta know by now
The price I pay versus what I'm worth
Don't add up to me no more
To justify a little mirth
Gimme my money back and take a big
A yes yes y'all
It's too fresh y'all
A little b-boy blue
You know it's too beucou
I've been from New York to Cali
Spent two days in the valley
pukes compassion over
A world of concrete emotion
Researchers found some new lines
In their hymbooks and they read
So the little superbrains
Confused by
Outside why would you wanna be inside
It’s nothing like a Kaapstad season you should swing by
It’s springtime
Little kids on the swing time
Sunshine
Bring
put “The Lion King” on his feet.
It’s just a little cheesy.
I love you even more,
when hating you to the core.
Grinding in the club in the strobe
A poor man on the corner
I could give to You by buying him lunch
But I rarely think about it
?Cause I got a little but it?s not that much
And I pray
it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
By the vultures that circle round the dead
In a crooked little town, they were
One little, two little, three little indie rap
Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all
It goes watch out!
Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
One little, two little, three little Indie rap
Headphones, backpack
Watch 'em all, watch 'em all
Watch 'em all, it goes 'Watch out"
Watch 'em all,
it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
By the vultures that circle round the dead
In a crooked little town, they were
You don't have to be so scared to share what's inside
'cause you're Daddy's little superstar
And you're Mama's little butterfly
Fly high
and Waffles
How bout that Honda Cord
Used to watch drop by at night till I got bored
But not no more really that's for sure
Cause I gotta million honeys
Angels! Ooh ooh
Angels! Ooh oh ooh angels
Precious little boy and girl growing up fast, in this foul world
Mama's trying to do all she can
to escalate
It's much more fun to climb a gate than a flagpole
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was the long lost kid in the middle
Of the long lost American Dream
So
bright shore),
There's gonna be no more dyin' (over there)
Not one little grave (not one little grave),
In all that fair land (that wonderful land).
Not
of the afternoon
He became her entire world
cnd she cried like a little girl
The line between pleasure and pain
Can't be measured by means of the brain
Mere reason
shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got
know there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more important
Shades on my face,
DC's on my feet,
Walkin' through the dirt cause there's decease in the street,
Get it up,
Get a little bit of toxic fumes,
In
Thoughts of me exemplified
All the little flaws I have denied
Forget today, forget whatever happened
Everyday I see a little more of overall deficiencies
hard for every little bit I got
And got lucky once on some advice
Met a dark haired girl that the Mississippi moon
Musta left by mistake one night
and
Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock
And you go against us and you all gonna flop
When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop
Can't
under the evergreens.
I know what I'm needin', and I don't wanna waste more time.
I'm in a New York state of mind.
It was so easy livin' day by day
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little
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