Lyrics:
there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend
Let me tell you the story of a girl
All she ever wanted was to rock the world
She asked for a guitar for birthday #9
They thought an acoustic
A danish and coffee to take away
By cab I'm only minutes away
From breakfast at tiffany's
A place I feel so much at ease
The man upstairs
birthday?
Well, I returned it for store credit. That thing was hideous, what were you thinking?
O and by the way, I wasn't really sick last week,
I just
for my birthday?
Well, I returned it for store credit. That thing was hideous, what were you thinking?
O and by the way, I wasn't really sick last
for my birthday?
Well, I returned it for store credit. That thing was hideous, what were you thinking?
O and by the way, I wasn't really sick last
Human condition, wintertime, wintertime |Happy birthday Jack Benny, 39, 39 ||Kiss you, kiss me, kiss this, kiss my flag |I'm comin' outta nowhere,
And he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap
He said, "trust some of this, it'll show you where it's at
Or at least it'll really help you feel it"
By
*I sent a Postcard to Hell
To wish the Devil Happy Birthday
He replied with an Orange Mechanique
It's apparently 'le Dernier mot de Chic
you're really gonna like this show
I'm pretty sure it doesn't suck
See, you're laughing and I'm smiling
By a river in Ohio
And you're mine
We're doing
and on your ass saying, "Oh my God"
You gotta watch for your birthday and wrote a half a album
Worth of rhymes like you little wheeze, little nigga please
a headache AND...
Oodles of noodles...
I’m gonna eat some fried fish
Followed by a birthday wish
A giant prune (a game of chess)
A bit of the moon (the sound
Say, oi
Is the world moving fast for you as well?
Ayo, I can't tell if it be only me
Missed another birthday, was shelling overseas
Photo
where you can see
'Cause I ain't being fallen by police
Felt you calling in my jeans
My back pocket splitting in the seams
I couldn't start the car,
and coming in a hurry
With the furies breathing down your neck
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low playing! Fine,
on the wall
And for my 16th birthday all he could give me was a call
Momma was a looker, that's what the men would always say
She must have tried them all
as he pleases
Happy birthday, Jesus!
The rent
You're wasting your time
You're broke
And you broke your word, this is absurd
There is one
smoke-filled honky-tonk they call the Land of Dreams
Whoa, here she comes a-struttin' in her birthday clothes
Say has anybody seen my sweet Gypsy Rose
Whoa,
your speaking ignorance
I must insist, it's tough to feel dissed
By a rap group I don't even know exists
What you maggots hope to say, could never serve
gloomy
By the sixth see Dr Robert Moog
Entering my room with Alex and his Droogs
Let's play the symphonies of Beethoven
Grooving in the nude with
When I get old and losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out
level, hit record
And soon enough we'll have another, hit record
In fact even though the song isn't done
By my count that was 18 hits alone
And it's only
Oh down to the river we'd ride
Then I got Mary Pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card
Roger Creager
They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all
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