Lyrics:
some shit that isn't me (Yeah)
Set to play like madden, all I gotta do is play yea
Woah girl slow down
Lemme show you how to get around
Baby I would
babe
Blowing up vehicles on a demolition campaign
But I've spared a couple too many knaves
So now I'm playing your game
And evacuating a contained rage
written by Demolition Girl & The Strawberry Boys
girl dad a boss right
Heard he work at J.P.
That man does not phase me
Cause I'll still drive you crazy
I put my tires through hell
Got my dimes in wells
mine
Yeah my vision feeling hazy, you're supposed to be my light
But when I'm shrouded by darkness, girl, you do not tend to shine
It's a blood mood,
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
down when he ain't there, I know you ride with me
4 A.M I'm by myself girl would you fly for me?
Then wake up, take you shopping probably spend a lot
of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come
sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with these chick
Named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't
tryna drive by - spin you out on your lonelys
And girl dead off your man - some phoney, but phone me - no cap - you a trophy
No cap
I'm itching to hold
Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
Keep em drinkin Benjin
The condition they blocked, the brain wants melodies constantly
Demolition for plex, the text by your mission has finesse
Running like the CPU, of an Apple Mac
If you're heading down to Camden Town
Be sure to raise a toast
To the patron saint of the waifs and strays
To Jinny Bingham's ghost
Once she
Biting on a pen, thin glasses on
French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent
Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill
Do you got what it take for you
the talking
Never wanna listen
Till you end up missing
Snatched up by my henchmen
With a couple vixens
Pussy demolition
Running to the check
Thats the only
Had to get it by myself, because they never showed me love
Pretty bitches sing my lyrics, say they heard me at the club
She asked me if I love her,
Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
They want me to fight against PC culture
Saint be a warrior
I tell them the internet battle feels too BIG
And it's Notorious
Yo Saint, we need you
that you blew it
And I was a saint to you
One girl out, one girl in
That's not even how it went
When you are both sat on my moving-in gift
My name's
And I was a saint to you
One girl out, one girl in
That's not even how it went
When you are both sat on my moving-in gift
My name's still on the rent like
coach
Girl said I'm sexy
Next she's down on her knees
Pope in his crib
Screaming hail holy Mary
Looking like a saint
But I just robbed the bank
Never
phone.
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata."
I hung up with X and gave
and a butcher knife
Another strive
Had it coming survived
Raised by dogs
Cracked the locks
Fixing the machine
Hand me the torks
They coming the orks
Running porks
Slide
I should be by your side
By your side
If you want me to come thru
Girl you know I'm sliding by
Then I will slide by
Right by
Let me slide girl
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