Lyrics:
up in London city
All my cars fast and furious
Neighbours by my yard all fast and curious
I just came back like Tyson Fury did
My Nautilus a hundred
Penthouse at the top, forty floors, check out the view (yeah)
All glass, at night, look like we fuckin on the moon (moon)
Woah-oh, oh
They doubted me
One day you're pushing forty, it's still the same old noise
Pushing powder, pills, methamphetamine
From the addicts on the corner to the rich kid
It's road train dust on a Bulloo track|It's cane fields getting lit|It's combine lights before the dawn|It's an Uluru sunset|40,000 years
shade oh
Caving in, deep beneath your ponderous blades
Your days are short
Your nights are smothered with exhaust
And framing lights
Burning up
are backing up
I got that AK in the trunk for punks that wanna act dumb
Fuck the fourty round clip, I got the seventy five round drum
You vatos tempt me
called me at 11:07
Says she has a treat for that will make me feel like heaven
I ain't trippin' cause her ass is tight
Plus it's been a day and a half
on him
If you can't see when you bust at night, then go put a light on 'em
Close relationships with the bosses, I'm writing kites to 'em
It's been real,
the Bentley 'cause I need some headspace
But fuck a coupe unless it's Keed, see, me I fuck with Bentaygs
Forty-thousand feet up on the jet plane, I can't hear
of the states
Runnin' for forty-three days
Anything but an escape
I can't keep up with the pace
Father, Father, let me figure it out
I'm gonna swim in
It's six forty five
You've got a long drive (pack)
Pack a bag for the stay
And clear out your day
Let your phone die
Or leave it at the door
serious (serious)
Every day, it's a fuckin' movie
It's gettin' scary, yeah, it's gettin' spooky
Eight doobies to the fuckin' face
I'ma take this night
stompy the bear
Here comes stompy the bear
Some say he is yellow and super duper mellow
Sleeping deep for forty long days
Some say he is pink and if
I used to dream in color and I wished away the days
Waiting on the slightest chance that I would get to play
A guilded harp, a silver horn with
Father To Son
Hopefully days with such dreadful nights
Tried their best, hope they got it right
Lying in bed with his teeth clenched tight
A little
We hit the dark rooms at the dying of the light
And for developments await
The day beginning with the coming of the night
I take my breakfast
Yo,
Saturday night, Uptown
Ridin' past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's poppin' kid? We in the mix
It's chilly 40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr.
think again
Cause we're alone in this county, a hundred forty thousand friends
With some 20 odd million, who would see us all dead
You could only
or making
No more scenes or taken no calls
Since nineteen forty-four
You had retired and given up dating
And that it wern't no use to go on waiting!
league, nah B, all week
Seven days of black power naps every forty eight half hours
That's twenty four starring Jack Bauer
Can't cower when the rain
She reaches out to his side of the bed
She hears his voice but only in her head
After forty years it?s hard to be alone
So tonight she?ll go
scatter for a forty day flood
Chaste radicals race to confess
Immoral acts and their life's twisted mess
The holy cross or the Pentagram
Blessed peace
equal two
Two and two don't equal four, twenty-two ricochet galore
Four and four ain't always eight, forty-four will set you straight
X and why ain't what
twist
because I never thought we'd ever see a day like this
T-Dubb's in a Fleetwood and ya can't fade it
M's in a six-fo and its gold plated
from here
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