Lyrics:
off the floor tryna handle stress
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Been taking shots and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in
atlanta we might floor the seats[02:24.39]Its automatic like it's trae from 3[02:26.47]My MVP[02:27.41]Girl you dirk when he played the heat[02:29.39
the soot and the grime
The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge
Was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the clock of St. James looking down
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
you’re the friend of the working man.
(2x)
(Beat Change) V26 Woman 2
And, finally, the Pure Food and Drug Act, passed by Congress
V27 Woman 3
Gave
l3a9a ghir mn solana
Bghina tahna beaucoup d oseille oh lalaa
39li na3ss w ana wa9f ki koala
Bghina tahna beaucoup binga
Fdari beaucoup boite a pizza
to arrive
At a quarter to five— Mrs. Lovett:
And it’s six o’clock! And it’s probably already
Down the block!
I’ve been waiting all
the rest
I'm 4 on the floor, Miami
10 stops till she drops, dressed up to the 9s
8 o'clock on the dot on the 7th line
6 to the best, low 5 for the rest
I'm 4
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
oozie[00:39.70]Flipped her over like a pancake bout to stick it in her dookie[00:42.32]I am[00:43.19]Alarm clock ringing[00:45.03]Alarm clock ringing[00:47.49]Alarm clock
you’ve been playing on my mind
and I do believe it’s time we got serious
HOUSE FOR SALE
(Peter Sando)
Down at the end of Sycamore Lane
there’s a three
county line
By the looks of the gridlock outside
It's gotta be about 3:39
Everybody rushin' from place to place
The looks on their face ain't no
to escape Shaine got knocked down by her father’s car she got badly injured, she was taken to the hospital, while she was at the hospital she felt
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
here don't do no 3.5[01:25.87]Only sellin' by the pound[01:27.49]Got this Zaza in my lungs[01:29.01]Whole car look like a cloud[01:30.72]Tell them goofys
the war
Tik-tak click-clack bodies drop to the floor
Yeah I pull up to your crib with my ten by four
In the matte black foreign with the butterfly doors
I
Morning of 3/9 in '99
Gramps cooked Kat banana pancakes she whined and cried
Claimin' she don't like that kind but gladly ate em last week
Sassy,
Put a finger in the sky for my highs
Put two to the floor for my lows
Everybody think they know how I rise
But they don't know what they don't know
on the floor, hey, you over there
Ev'rybody dance on the floor, ev'rybody dance on the floor
Now shake it on down.
Ev'rybody dance on the floor, ev'rybody
shipwreck in my life, because I have faith and a good conscience
1 Timothy 3:9
Today, I hold the mystery of faith with a pure conscience
1 Timothy 3
retreats[01:59.01]Plagued by this futuristic curse[02:01.39]It's numbing our brains like evolution in reverse[02:04.22]It hurts to think of all the young boys and girls being
money[00:39.94]Motivation[00:40.83]You gon' start to feel the real sensation[00:42.77]Here's a plan I have a man in transportation[00:45.20]He'll fly in and out by air like
three, fiddle-de-dee,
Hickory dickory dock,
Hickory dickory dock,
The bear slept by the clock,
The clock struck four, he ran out the door,
Hickory dickory
[00:47:00] NOW
[00:48:00] I'm glad my friends still holding me down
[00:50:00] And all my niggas they still holding me down
[00:52:00] That other nigga mad
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