Lyrics:
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
on the guitar
And I'll be back at you in a minute
Dollar Menu
Stick to your day job
(You got your little 401k)
Stick to your day job
(Putting money away so, you
a point of view that only can seen by c Woman
c Woman
Sometimes the best man for the job can only be c Woman
She's qualified in every way, She
hear what's coming
Radiohead
And I don't like it
No, not one bit
How can I dig my
Self out of this trap
That I built with pride,
Before the day I snap
by Radiohead, a duo which needs to be seen
And I agree, the album you need, this birds name is me and Tony
I'll tell you now and
I'll tell you again
If
and he's
57! No sooner when I got back to
The cell at 2: 45 pm, i was back
Out to take the test
For the suicidal-protection
Aide job i passed with a 100, no
what you pay for
From the odd job man
One day this dude drives in the station
And I slide out to the pump
And he says, " I need some odd jobs done
Can
gathered
Here today to celebrate
Our city's youth today is the
Day they begin their journey
Of giving back to the city that
Has given them so much"
I glance
Made 150 thousand front a laundromat
Wonder how I'm gon' launder that
Prolly not gon' happen like the day that Vietnam attacks
Or the day that my dad
still living in a council flat
Pour up a four and I sit back
Get my teeth on icey rack
First I gotta make my stack
Spend that shit and make it back
days gon' pass you by
Don't let them days gon' pass you by
Cause them days go by in the blink of an eye
I've never been to jail but this job's a close
plate (the M&M way)
Mama ain't really have a good job (let's have a field day)
But now she ain't never gotta have no job (no way, no way, no way)
sleep.
I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep.
I parachute on a cold day, when I Coldplay the streets.
I'm dying to be famous, like both of J-lo's ass
'Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit
But you know, it's all in a day's work
What a job this is my nigga
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
way
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Give me blow jobs on your off day
Oh I, don't give a fuck about all of these
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
and feelin' my pain and
Watchin' my back while I strive to maintain and
Makin' love like a medicine doctor
I knew that she was bad from the day that I
I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one
band way back in the 20s. I worked there
with him plum until he went out on the road by hi'self … and it cut me out
again. And then I started working
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
days
Off my chest they go
If it’s mills they know
The intellect is in effect
Detoxing all of this inner stress
Yeah, we watching
Got the game by the neck
stress, I must confess
This could be worse than PMS
This job ain't worth the pay
Can't wait 'til the end of the day
H-Hey honey, I'm on my way
Hey
a hard day
Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way
Rub my feet, gimme something to eat
Fix me up my favorite treat
Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me
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