Lyrics:
fevers
Didn't wanna be Christian, He made a believer
When I retire, I'll have more hits than Bieber
Two face made cylinders, turn into real ones
Only one
yet but I'm still gon' smile
It's been one hell of a ride And I got some more steps to climb
I swear it's all made by design
Celestial, I'm out this
The Misfit's are cult rock & roll
Worshipped by a few but ignored on the whole
Meet the Feebles is a film cult classic
It's basically unknown but
replace me
Cause I was there when you were on your own
So tell me baby what I am doing wrong
Hit the road jack
And don't you come back
No more, No more, No
to the Cho I done ran through more hoes
Than lil Stanley Zero Tiger Woods and Jack Nichols (Go)
Shoot my lil shot I ain't missing that missile
Walk in your
compartment
Was bombarded by Irish car bombings
The fourth prophet, it's off topic
More 'botics
I sport object that shot out more objects
Rules of conscious
that
Cash aside, hurt niggas pride
Cause I don't have no best friends
Stay with clients or associates, shit
Or those I'm getting doe with
T. Jones told
in Fresh, the realest niggas know
That's the movies niggas should watch, fuck Scarface and Blow
You still talkin' New Jack City, that's why you
having to pay taxes
To their country
Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
Dow Jones
Where's home
When everything we lean on
Is up for sale
Ad lady purrs, "Drink
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
no more stars in the sky
When the oceans are running dry
I will always be by your side
With you
With you
Everything I've learned
Broken bridges burned
our doors and we heard of them no more
When I saw Willie downtown the other day
Said y'all stop right by now we could all sit down and eat by
Sure love
I stepped out the door
I thought I had enough but James told it give me some more
And the same damn day I went to the Bentley lot
Off the show room
As long as you don't put too much on it
Verse 1
Tonight we got the mic on cruise
With more luck than horseshoes
While we fuse together like ??
herself in the mirror one more time,
Then yoked her heart to a whim
But the history of desire is such that just one word -
just one touch could send it
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
this
Bitch and i be ripping your bones apart by flipping these
Words I'm more gripping this curse these thoughts are Sporadic
The way i look at the mic
slip by he rite in my sight
I gotta 9 with a 30 if he think we gone fight sitting on em late night
Just the get my cake right
And breauna in the cut so
to paint these movies fooling in my dreams
Another masterpiece, I'm Picasso baby
Scorsese, Basquiat, Bay action crazy
Jordan or Michael Jack, more than
Yeah, one
You dated came into the light, fruit
Big up champion sound
Cruising the lights of
More like lightspeed, Jack more
Jack more
You know we sent
A shot of jack, double-stack, was my plan of attack
But you sent it right back
I walked by all fly and I gave you the eye
But you rolled yours back
You
or die
Not a full-time crook but I was born right
So if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack
So jack I will and go get some presidents
A foot in
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
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