Lyrics:
When he ain't so truant
I be out living life while yo man's so Truman
Don't think just move it
I bounce
Swoop another bag up by the ounce
Ya- ya'll be
Want to hear a story about my little town?
Then: addicts, thieves, and whores
They ruined a side of my kin
Hearing sirens go by my house
Gets under
Want to hear a story about my little town?
Then: addicts, thieves, and whores
They ruined a side of my kin
Hearing sirens go by my house
Gets under
look stunning
I mean, you're the kind of girl I can really see myself artificially inseminating
Oh I'm sorry, I'm being a little aggressive, right?
Good stuff!
Now, what can I say? You lot... you lot want to know a little story, something sort of about the time we were
making this Powerslave album.
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
spots?
The story's not been told
Just ask those cheeky little warthogs
That play in the waterhole
One day they lay in the bushes
By the water hole's green
a little Dutch boy
And his little Dutch Girl
Fell in love by the mill one night
Up above, the Dutch moon made the scene complete
They both had so much
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
surprised... if I stop by tonight
Cause I'm just a little bit crazy baby
I'm just a little bit
Just a little bit
I'm just a little bit crazy baby
I'm just
don't be another nigga on my shit list
I don't waste a minute, muthafuckas I be smokin'
I got another gang story to tell, peep
Sometimes I walk
Trade stories, laugh is so cute
Get closer, sitting side by side
I'm bathing in your soul's hue
Soft surge
cir alight with sunburst words
Presence
This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
There are many roads I walk by (But only one each time)
There are many stories passed by (But only one speaks of you)
And why would I not want
flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty,
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If you don't ever
high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty,
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If
as time goes by
But that is only possible with you by my side
We're the authors now grab a pen
I want to make this story a ten out of ten
This story
This
time story time long long ago
Where the money cars and clothes ain't mean a thing
Skating on the sidewalks in the Daygo seeing bad little shortys fine
Yo I'm Ryan Gomes
This one's going out to Al D in Seekonk Massachusetts, what up dog?
I'm kind of starting by default as of late on the Celtics due
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
I'm sorry
Same old fucking story everybody sings
And I'm say I'm okay but I guess I'm a liar
You say you're okay but I saw that you liked it
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