Lyrics:
thinking about you and me, f u c k i n g
i just want sex i don't want marriage
i don't want to push in no baby carriage
i just want your sexy sex, i just
sail on
Yes, sail on
A-my little baby, sail on
Now, but I be'lieve I'll wait an see you
Baby, some ol' rainy day
Just after the mock'inbird
Come out
about William's heart?
Is it broken in two? Who's feeling bad?
Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again?
Is he lost?
Does he need a friend?
3-1-4
Call the cops, I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Tell me again, where you guys from?)
From the S-T-L, M-O, 3-1-4
Call
boy)
All flavors, but it just depend on when and where I am at (don't get me) (big boy)
Don't get me wrong man, now, Murphy Lee ain't dumb man (big
my brother, not me
I beg to differ
Mr. Lee: Aight then let's get back to this picture
L.: Yo what about it
Mr. Lee: Niggas know you used to dig her
People wanna know about me the real me
They want me to leave the MC in the booth
If it's for only a glimpse
Even though they want an intense
Look
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
son, you lied about your daughter, huh
You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come
You lied about the only artist that can
cs soon as the captain he did see me,
Saying, “What wind has blown you here?”
“I've come to seek my dearest William Taylor—
You've pressed the man I
William Blake
There's one promise you must make
Dear William, if you're right
About life on the other side, about Paradise
Then you must promise me
never called
By some luck, there was a new year
Another for me to sit around and see
Never changed my number, in case you needed me
Will you even think
motherfuckers, come on
So you wanna be hardcore?
With your hat to the back
Talkin' about the gats in ya raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're
when ya lookin busted
"C" before after im bustin
When ya put on fenty savage
That there be having me cussin
Swiping back forth left to right
When i
to rack
'em and move the crowd
Call the cops
(why?) I see a robbery in progress
Lunatics about to steal the show
(Where you from?) from the S T-L, M-O,
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
Ramblin' about
Down through the South
I find things are a changing a lot
Especially me
It's easy to see
Montgomery's still hot,and I'm not
I
fucks)
Young T Lee 'bout to erupt (lets get it)
They keep tryna come back
Eventually like fuck that (fuck that)
Count it up talkin' stackin' racks
I feel
love, what's up, come give me a kiss
Have you ever seen a po pimp with eyes as pretty as this
And still be the rawest, spittin' flawless game while I
out to Kenneth Williams. Shout out to E-Folk
Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers with eat shelf
Shout out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hip hop nation, this is Spiz-ike Lee
Been sleepin' for too long, wake up
Wake up
Wake up!
I see
(Dready)
Yo, party ah keep
Buck about ten, by twelve we a reach
Everybody wan' drink, nobody wan' drive
So we pull up in a Uber or Haddison Lee
sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you.
Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
(Hank Williams)
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh,
I wanted to take a moment and introduce you to a song that was written and produced by my son, William Walker Jr., called Raise Me
This song is deep,
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