Lyrics:
wolverine I'm down, cyclops, rhythm x
X we can back up the four horsemen
Toronto blue jays, field, just like dave winfield
Pick up your bat and go to third
In my section get corrected
Where you stepping
My reflection her obsession
Great completion
Left her guessing no direction
Introspecting whole
Cheque by cheque
Just over broke
Just over broke
Just over broke
Working that night shift
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go
Cheque by cheque
Just over broke
Just over broke
Just over broke
Working that night shift
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go home
I just wanna go
it right back
Know we have to take it right
Ready
Whole lot of money inna mih pocket, think ah counterfeit
They used to count me out, now them have
it right back
Know we have to take it right
Ready
Whole lot of money inna mih pocket, think ah counterfeit
They used to count me out, now them have
Bare with me the first 8 as I shake off the rust haven't
Wrote a rhythm in eleven months got rush back
Melodies of 2012 homie Zack on the keys
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
the devil,
I'll bring it down like rugby, go ask anybody, I'm back!
And alas, I'm puttin this UK back on the map,
By putting this dude Sway back on the track,
never learned her name
But she's called the Spanish Fireball
While she kept rhythm with her hips
From her ruby lips came a love song so bright
choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga to run is the first
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued
Fate's right hand...I don't understand
great pine
Check up the rock on the baseline
Walk right in fuck a wait time
Eat on the pussy its taste fine
Beating that white like a hate crime
It don't
March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby
Way back in 1776
Who would have thought we would have had these chicks
Sum kinda slim and some
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
percent chance of dying
Great my life is literally a tithe now
Eight hour plane ride
Finally land
Hopping off the plane
Realize I'm stranded
Can I go back
his plan;
When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone;
Cursing his fortune,
He
don't get anything out of you right
Just stand firm that
I'm great
I'm great
I'm great
Okay just keep telling yourself you're great
Uh
Since Canary was
yo lane and conversate with patience (Shhhh)
Any day could be yo day jus move with great sense
I'm feeling groovy like I'm Austin got my mojo back (Im
back
Go ahead and wave the white flag
I can’t help but
I can’t help but
I can’t help but laugh
Text came through it’s a bag
Just hit 180 on the dash
You
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs
know where I'd want to be
Lying by your side in the cool white sand as the waves wash over me
Deep in the evergreen countryside, the faithful daughter
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
six white horses and a golden chariot
Ride through wind and rain
I'll never give up searching
Till she's back by my side again
There was laughter
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