Lyrics:
gon' have a little exorcism
I'm a fuckin' super beast with gamma x-ray vision
It's good versus evil
Bax War Fam is understood by the people
Ain't
together back in old New York
New York, New York
Livingston's going to pop a cork
(Well, Mr. Jefferson?)
Mr. Adams, leave me alone!
(Mr.
Well I have to kick back and laugh
Recalling stories about you
All your old friends still in town
Say nothing but good things about you
They all want
wanna go back to the old days
When love used to blind me every day
Guess I was lost inside your love maze
But now the air is clear enough to see
I
When I pull my hat down low
Then I know it's time to throw
On a funky rhythm so I flow
Now here we go
Follow me follow me follow me down the line
-bounce
Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped that my old crib just to see it's all good
The little
paid by the boat load
Don't go chasing the wave I'm a row boat
Blow smoke right through the face of the ozone
Oh no
I got the bag, I'm back to just
the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped that my old crib just
To see it's all good
The little homies moved in the
Spot with Lil' Wood
See, niggas this way
but I won't
I'm tired of arguing
So don't begin with what cannot end
Because I'm tired
You're defined by having an open mind
Yet you close me out
the one you think it is
And it's all about my town
She lived down by the river in this old black mans dirty house
They all tell she won't last so long
But
never, they will never, never happen again.
They will never. The good old days have passed away.
We all know nothing lasts forever.
Don't look back
you asked me to meet you at the movies
I knew we'd have such a good time
Meryl Streep in a part with an accent
It sounds like a favorite of mine
But I
my own tune
I was packin' out the house
and it would always please the crowd
when I'd play that good time music turned up loud
but I fell down
a home down by a pond.
I'd make you a good mate - I love to cook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale.
I'll be Jonah. You be
when I borrow my folks' wheels
(But you can't drive) whatever, our van died
(Get a good bike) who I look like, that Lance guy?
I ain't pushing no
and Glynn hood
I text her 'round 10 just to see if she's been good
The last time we kicked it was nothing how I predicted
I sat down with my ticket
of the shit they put me through
Lord, its getting old
Its time to show myself the door
There's no pretending anymore
No, it's over
Where I'm going I
my soul
My best friends all here in rows
No turning back, Now its time to walk that line
This tassel is gonna turn
But when the moment passes by
do) damn, bands can't fit
Fuck the skinny jeans, I got a slim
Of the doosie, she do what you think
Like she a baddie, she look good in pink
She a demon,
say to me
But no way to tell
Nine times out of ten I just keep it to myself
Got fifty-leven kin all screaming fuck twelve
They gone try to back but we
know me, dont pretend now
I'm so lonely, in my head now
You dont know me, dont pretend now
We fell off, no we ain't friends now
I been getting good this
and a pile driver
Just to get my fuckin' nub up inside her
She had bush for acres, unexplored terrain
By the time I finished cuttin' it it grew out again
COGSWORTH
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea
I'll sit back sipping tea
Let my early retirement commence
Far from fool made of wax
I'll
'cause she was too upset to drive. once upon a time there was a ten year old boy named dave. he liked cars and karate and he hardly ever misbehaved. he got
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