Lyrics:
fan
And so was my friend Ilya
And I played drums
In a band called Spot On
With Leo
And a guy named Matt
And Leo still makes stuff
It's really cool
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
As they danced sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even petted my fur.
Fuck me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
dared me
I wouldn't outrun them blue lights
And I remember when granddad died
I had my boys right by side
Saying, "It's alright, he had a hell
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
business
Oh, that's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know
Old Nosey finally lost his life messin' with my buddy's wife
My buddy, he caught him with his chick
What is that song about kisses?
What is that song about smiles?
Well if I could have my way
I'd sing a song today that would beat them all by miles
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
Blue notes hitting the ceiling, I'm stacking that
Bro can't play with us, he want his ball back
Baby ain't got no ass, just a long crack
If you ain't got
altar, that's where God
Sat when she wanted to
Have a word with him, and I was sitting in this chair at this Particular time, and um,
Just venting, letting
I'm way too focused on them blues
Self made, know my lil bro keep a broom, goodbye with you
She said who that Miggy kid
I said girl, I'm that lil dude
I hit a nerve with one of my songs
It has to do with incarceration in the United States
And the inherent racism in our judicial system
And much
her with the guys, that lil' hoe the swoo
Slimey shit, get sleazy, fool, by the way, free shiesty fool
Nigga play, gon' make the news, want all
So let's be done with this. You said “I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer.” Chalk down my hands, I need to work
a rock without hitting some guy with a guitar
Since you brought it up I must confess I got my own band, too"
He said his name was Wallace Hartley, I
represent me
Try harder, buddy
For you, I'm out
And whatever, I guess I gotta keep it true to me
If you want them to keep it real with you, let's go home
wrestle with Virgil on
Like who is the greatest guy
That I knew ‘cause
He’s definitely one of the top you know, one
Of these times when I look at like
Him
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
lights with a hand full of news
So fuck what you heard, not a damn thing to lose
Little buddy look
I don't do it for fame and the fortune
Recognize I could
life
Because I hustle twice
As much as you should to have a function life
So I say it fuck it twice
I'll punk a guy and punch his eye
If ya try to fuck
it
The friend zone king and misery got acquainted
If disappointment was the cops, I always get arrested
That's what happens when you ride with millions
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say oh
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