Lyrics:
about the grouping
How in the hell am I getting by?
When I'm my worst enemy
I've laid out all my things tonight
Leaving it all behind
In the hands of time where they just might clash
Kind of like Barry Allen how I am going so fast
If time just froze you can tell by the pose
I ain't
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
embarrassed by her faux pas
Took my things and laid them gently in the corner
"do the?"
We sat on meagre cushions in one corner of the single room
The floor was
CHORUS
Three hungry piggies
Rumble rumble rumble
Their little tummies growl, growl, growl!
One tricky wolf
Sneak sneak sneaks
He gives a hungry
..
Maybe I was wrong bout you
Got a nigga laid up writing songs bout you
Like a principal I'm sending niggas home bout you
You my lil yeah never tell
to this
G's up, freeze up for a second, now bounce to this
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
Well back in my younger and more foolish days
I had my share of wild escapades
But nothing like my night at the Playhouse Gentlemen's Club
I figure
new bedsheets and shit
It's a good thing that
I'm that certain mothafucka!
When I got back from the yard
I just stayed on the phone
As much as possible
this self-worship and this kind
Of separation of individual, let you sear
You know, making subcultures and individual
Thing, like there's no more
It it's
said there was no one else
Now we sitting there lonely, no one to hold me
Now we by ourselves
Let's take it way, way, way back
When things were better
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
rolling Sawyer
Getting petals of roses stuck in they noses
A thorn in my back, it's prickly
Treating folks not so friendly
This is tricky
Nah, fuck that
the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggas laid out, til my niggas lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
Now we was
full of gold
I wish a lot of things
Ooh! What in heaven's name are you doing with the cow inside the house?
I thought if he got nice and warm he
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet
enough
Girl I know it’s been rough
Lay back and let me show you what I love about you
I’ll treat you right
And that body got me out my mind
Overwhelmed by
an egg get laid in there by something you can't see.
Pray for people he said you could feel it in the crowd
My thoughts began to wander but his voice was
with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a kind Birdman I shine
22's on it? The bitch ain't mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Walk by faith, you appear
I've gotta live in stereo
I quit, I fold, I'm done
Trying to scale Everest
Sherpa-less
Ain't fun
The best-laid plans
was just so better
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine
Back back back back back back back back in time
I can dream, it's
You are not needed now
And we got things to do
Between the blankets made of wool
The trains roll by every half an hour
And the body can get no
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