Lyrics:
with these fake a- broads
I shows and proves, no doubt, I be taking you, so
Please excuse, if I come across rude
That's just me and that's how
the houaeoazeiouse
Mark: Wee! Hey, you know what, hang on
I wanna make this like a big golf -
Tom: (burp) Excuse me! Mark: Excuse Tom
Tom: Sorry mark: I wanna make
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
sobbing
No remorse in your heart nah you steady mobbing
Jail cells and gunshots giving lockjaw
Why you bound and gagging us by law
Excuse-moi
Lock em down
gotta bitch I can't call my nigga I'm too pimpin
Excuse me
Excuse my ways excuse me
Excuse me my way is exclusive
And I mean what I say
No excuses, I
Booty cheeks up all on me
Booty cheeks is all I see
Look at Santa's chim ney
Hear his sleigh bells ring ring ring
Mrs. Clause up on her knees
Squirts
Excuse me miss lady
Excuse me miss lady
Excuse me miss lady
Excuse me miss lady
Might sound crazy
I wanna bone
You got it going on
Lips hips finger
No doubt about it
No doubt about it
No doubt about it
No doubt about it
I like what I like
No doubt about it
Bad bitch by my side
No doubt about it
that special to me
Don't want to lose you no
I've gotten used to the way we hang out
No way to understand me
You said one day we'll be
But I can't
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
don't ask a thing from me
Still doin' my best
Ain't worried 'bout nothin' they stressin', no stress
God doin' the, God doin' the, God doin' the rest
All in nothing to lose no excuse life got me thinkin'
All in nothing to lose no excuse life got me thinkin'
All in nothing to lose no excuse life got
Tom music
Mean what a say mean what I speak
No lies coming out of these teeth
Mr freeze cold on some beats it be hella frosty
By any costing giving
Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks (excuse me)
Words in my right then pass my left ear
Your
way
I give my life all away
No excuses, no excuses
You see, when I was younger, I didn't take Him by heart
So the whole wide world shot me with
me)
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me, (whoa) it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, (whoa) it's a real nigga here
progress
Kazoo!
What?
Me?
Uh-uh!
I umm hmm
I can't!
If excuses replace progress
And progress equals happiness
Then by the transitive property
Excuses replace
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
I am Mr follow, follow is my name
I am Mr follow, follow is my name
Please call me Johnny Stalker
Cos I won't stop the chase
It's either we grow old
that chit chat
I'm just gon' work they be asking where I've been at (Ay ay)
No excuses the doubt is leaving toothless
It's tryna trip me up ya I never
with these fake ass broads
I shows and proves, no doubt, I be taking you, so
Please excuse, if I come across rude
That's just me and that's how
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