Lyrics:
am man on a mission
Uh, Just coming back up on the grid
Spent a month in Morocco and Portugal, South of France, Indio
I swear we ball out anywhere we
my granny from Alabama
On the crossroads
Travel in the wind on a road
That's filled with lost souls
Haunted by the sins
I used to know when someone's
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
fucking sake
Don't reach bitch
I'll cross with tht whoah
No defense
I be upper cuttin nigga
Aah
Call em north face
Aah
This my final faze
Of my man
fucking sake
Don't reach bitch
I'll cross with tht whoah
No defense
I be upper cuttin nigga
Aah
Call em north face
Aah
This my final faze
Of my man
And Somalia's a sock
France is famously a hexagon
That fact is quite well known
But it's not the only one
It's joined by Sierra Leone
What about these landlocked
skall finnas
Så rara töser
Med kinder röda
Som mogna kröser,
Just för andra
Jag dejtat har,
Det må man veta
I hammerdal.
Var skall jag mig
Väl en flicka
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
Staying lit like fluorescent
Keeping up with my essence
I gotta crush on my dentist
But she too miss independent
Buy a villa out in Portugal
Cutting ties
may look tonight,
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might
feels good
(Amen) woo
(Amen) guess I'm lucky
(Amen) some of us don't get a second chance
(Amen) but I ain't blowin' this one
(Amen) nah, man
(Amen)
shit
My daddy almost died
House exploded right before that Portugal trip
I was sick
Life changes in the flip of a switch
I'm still healing over shit
fluorescent
Keeping up with my essence
I gotta crush on my dentist
But she too miss independent
Buy a villa out in Portugal
Cutting ties like umbilical
Style
an inferior!
Arthur: Well I am king
Man: Oh, king, eh, very nice
And how'd you get that, eh?
(he reaches his destination and stops
Dropping the cart)
By
your energy
Nothing you an I can't do
Portugal, and she want the pulp
All up in the peg
Let the juice flow, run down
Till you can't stop shake leg
Make
Alanis Morrisette
From audio cassette
One week had an upset
For radio plays met
By a broke bitch better yet
No hands in her pocket, bet
You oughta
You chose Portugal and I've been home wishing on the dream
Am I disposable 'cause all it did was take the air from me?
I'm reading quotables 'bout
and leave the
S next to Portugal
The cardinal, the bishop and the pope think I'm remarkable
Look at my discography, I got a fuckin' heart
Of gold
I'm a real
Chorus) *They gone get it poppin' on site, like fuck the public, That's a Black Move
Catch you by the bitch that you like, the one you fucking, That's
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
Then you won't believe me when I mean it
And if you don't believe me now
Then you won't believe that there's no secret
I knew as soon as you called me by
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
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