Lyrics:
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Yeah i do it for the sport
For the sport haha
Uh jammin', jammin’
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
Pop yo bitches stomach while
You fucking cuddling
you know
How do you like those guys?
Everybody puts in extra notes
I'll overlook it
But the tune for you and me
Is that swingin' symphony
What did you care?
etc. etc.
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Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
embarrassed at the sight of Larry in a
towel, Junior regains his composure and comments ..."
*In Squeaky Voice* "Why do you need a hairbrush? You don't have
feel (-ing Yeah)
Starry-night, fiendish flourishing (Yeah)
It could be my last 30 out, I don't encourage you (Noo)
When you're running don't look back
Irene, and pay for your bed
Wake up Irene or folks will think you're dead
Lot's of guitar pickers by the dozen
Sang 'Goodnight Irene' all night
you know
How do you like those guys?
Everybody puts in extra notes
I'll overlook it
But the tune for you and me
Is that swingin' symphony
Oh I
Know you don't care bout me
Oh it ain't nothing but a thing baby
It's a shame baby
You can act this way I'll do it right back
But you don't like
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
Play that song I love, Bob Dylan sings with Johnny Cash
You'll finally say I love you, and then I'll say it too
My girl from the North Country fair, she
stress you"
But she don't even know that I'm depressed too
Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)
Most of my homies died,
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
to you
So forget about them other chicks
'Cause they ain't gon' do, all the things I'ma do for you (do for you)
I don't care who you dealing with
Just
place
It's free tomorrow after two
Larry goes to his gym, then right to the office
Don't talk
Don't do your folksy routine with me
You're a terribly
the bigger picture I'll
Put you six feet under
Go to talk to Bob Ross
Painted so vividly
Sold for a Mil a piece
Over in Sicily, Italy
(Top Drop Top drop
(Hoodbaby)
Slap it in park and hit the headlights
(Fuck outta here, ayy)
Take care of my gang, put it on me, real ice
(Woo)
Been wantin' to do this shit my
lovely?
I'll tell you what we can do
We'll grab a boat that would keep us afloat
And bob us away from this blue
We could go boating together
Floating out
get rolled like a pita
This not Ripley, make you a believer
Don't get fucked by my nina
Got that galic gun, bitch, I'm feelin' like Vegeta
I got that
(Y'all know I use it a lot bruh
I don't really care bruh)
Bruh that's just what I do nigga
(Bruh that's just what I do nigga)
None of y'all niggas can stop
You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
Let your neck snap, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright
Well now jerk, children,
You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
Let your neck snap, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright
Well now jerk, children,
've done the twist
And the mashed potatoes too
The swim and the fly have all gone by
There's a brand new dance for you
Come on do the jerk everybody
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