Lyrics:
for the song of the forgotten South,
just don't hang us up here.
Step by step by please though proletarian am I.
By chance am you "wine git out
off, bitches better beware
Glitter gold, white patron, quite the debonair
Plenty of boys like you in town
Plenty of gold I pay by the ounce
Loves
Thank God, for, the presence that was He
The presence in three now the presence in me
Conversations with Heaven
Need to take a step back so I'm fasting
What you wanna do baby
Ya Ya
Jfinesse
What you wanna do baby
Ya ya
Watchu wanna do baby
We can fuck around and watch a movie baby
She tryna scare me
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
got dopest shit prep for release
Look in the mirror see the man like I got stopped by police
Im not what you think, Im beyond these niggas optical
death eaters dementors baby I'm aurora
I'm so groovy watch my own back like I'm mad eye moody
If Toronto was New York a tooney for Lucy
I can tell by
not even baby momma heaven or girl from the club
Wait pause no more play I think I need me a sub
She want everything by any means (Including trust)
and effect, we having sex
What goes around must go around that's why I'm always feeling bless
Peter picked the pipe up, I showed him how to use a tech
Peter
homophobic
Im not gay my boyfriend is
I steal from homeless shelters
Dick rotting off it's nelsons fault
Niggas paranoid like mr park
White niggas in my tight
I call him my Jamie Foxx
And I'm his fancy
In this hotel
We Vacuum sealin packs
But not the fannies
I got some clients in St. Peter's
Clients
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
riding high and dodging hoes
You better hope I'm dodging yours
Model hoes, dollar hoes
White-looking Madonna hoes
Dolce Gabbana, Ferragamo, and them
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
under the waves would she be saved under the waves would she be saved
But I sit back and remember god and a bomba baby burn on white angel wing
All
the Jesus by killing my Christ mind
Through having fulfilling seizures
I've been fulfilled by the Jesus put in line like the Pharisee's regions
Cause me
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
My Ice is all Blue, VVS's one and two
I keep my babies clean, when I step up in stu
Can you tell I'm making moves? My Ice is all blue
From the rags
wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I
to the bank
I get everything I want, and everything I see
I'm a pimp by blood, just like Jay-Z
I might be in a white tee, wearing fresh chucks and some
as those things see fit
Hot soul baby!
Yeah, well how come you're
Not sure about that?
That's right on and classic
It's not being sure about that
It's
Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in
A center fold by ugly tenements
Oh distribute sour inhalants
Regulate lobby developments
Today summon the rug rat
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