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Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
Let the suicide doors up
I do suicides on the tour bus
I do suicides on the private jet
You
Dear sarah shu,
I leave for you
All I knew about this job
On microcassette for further review
What it meant to me
How you'll make it dear,
real ones they do a check
I been running thru these streets ducking them sweeps since we was kids
So everything you tryna do we up on it
We done did it
it's an art
So bein' smart ain't what it used to be, that's fuckin' dark
You ever notice that the worst of us have all the chips?
It really kinda
of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
Let the suicide doors up
I do suicides on the tour bus
I do suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm
It is hideously bulbous
No it's not a pretty dimple
Have you seen it?
It is really quite amazing
Have you spotted little Sarah Pipkin's pimple?
to see if you truly define
Your kind of lovin', as some kind of bluffin'
Or did I get caught up in my own mind
My own mind
I don't have an idea what to say
see your cards
Big decisions
Are being made by those
Who shouldn't have a say
Their ignorance shows
If only you listened to Sarah Grimké
In 1836 and we
now the truth comes out
I don't even have time to tell you
Of all the things that she's lied about
She stays on the prowl
Cause every night she's
wait
Piyamasa werewere piyamasa werewere
What do I have to say? So I give them their space
Their space hmm
Too many things wey I hear wey I no talk
No be
that you see on TV
You played along said whatever you do you'll be great
I laughed it off but I swear I was never the same
Sarah so and so
I thought you
this bitch (She do)
And my buzz was dead I just got a revival in this bitch
And I'm going out like Fif because I'm dying to get rich
And by that I mean
you got some learnin' to do
I don't care to argue
You to easy to tear apart through
What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall
You need me, baby, it's hard to break a habit for me, yeah
And girl if you want (What do you want me to do?)
I'll pour a gallon of gasoline on my
against me
While I'm out on the road
You'll be home alone
And she don't have no shows
She can sit by the phone
And I can build my own
But that's not what
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
"Whats good ok, ok
How did you think about that song Dionn?"
"Man It was kinda repetitive"
"I don't agree, like at all"
"But- I mean do you think that
on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million now or I'mma quit"
on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million now or I'mma quit"
on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million now or I'mma quit"
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
the talk of the town
And you hate when my name gets mentioned
I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you but I guess I'll find out now
I need a dose
diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees
scratched and scratched by your brand new cat I want to go back
(Back to the past)
Introducing me to the crop-top (You don't have the tiddies, tho)
Jamming
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