Lyrics:
holes and trigger fingers
This a closed orgy, you cannot fuck with us
Dank Neighbourhood, turn your crew into a pile of dust
Don't forget my name, it's
smoking on something potent
Hoping I can catch a change
So it can last hopefully I'm in range
Cause everything changes so fast
Will you call one day
Cause
Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin' like Z-Bo
I am connected to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Late
will never call your name
My son go
Live your life today
Leave like tomorrow, doesn't know your name
If you gave me one more day
I'm gonna live like I
on a black plate of
Wax with a hole in the center
Understand, I'm not the greatest
Above the Law is always funky fresh and
We will never be the latest
Look
call out to you
In deepest pools is where you’ll find me
Will you rest awhile with me
It’s not a test just let me be
By your side as you trust and see
flies too low
You watched me burn
Toys with your thumb between my hands
It will would be the last one, I' ever meet your demands
24-7 on a big screen,
Bimbo
What you going to do e oh
Bimbo, Bimbo
Does your mommy know
That your going down the road
To see a little girly oh
Bimbo got two big blue eyes
Hat
in your back
All my energy is spent on these tracks
Connection pending, enter empathy
You better be jacked
So call on me like avatars when the harm
Imma give you a call, so I can call you a "ho"
At ***********30
F*** you a******, now the world's got your number
Let me slide my d*** in further 'til
of my styles you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can kill 'em
Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya
If I
begins to fall.
We can hear your spirit call.
Words & Music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long Publishing 1983 renewed 2023
BMI
the night)
I used to wear a smile upside down
Depression was my favourite gown
but now, I go by the name of god’s laughter (ah ah ah eh!)
A.K.A.
Yeah
You better learn quick to stop using my name
Or that same name will dig you a hole and put you in it
With put your face as a head stone
Cuz you
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
licorice lip balm.
FATHER BILL:
Your lips look severely burnt.
UNCLE WALTER:
Dino Sore’s big baby blues pierced him through and through, causing him
hour baby
I love you more
I'll be happy just to
call your name
I hope that you feel the same
We will never ever be apart
I'm sure
And I will(And I will
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
I could get out
But I neva can
I'm surrounded by 10's...
But I can't get out of my head
I wanan see you
You're the only one
That I can talk to
I
that you brought or the way that you taste
Even if I manage to forget your name
I will never ever ever forget your face
Your face
Your face
I will never
A song about growing up as a queer person in rural Pennsylvania
Well I got moth men chewing holes in my denim
A thin blue nicotine patch on a redneck
when you enter the Franklin Square
You call it help fool we'll call it true or dare
So remember my name and my motherfuckin' face
I throw a raid on your
(Pictures come alive when I call)
(call, call, call, call, what a feeling) I can have it all
(Bein's believin') bein's believin'
(Take your passion, make it
Trauma, mama
Damalama I gotta lot of
Medulla oblongatas
In my basement, call me dahmer
Mamed yo mama
Then fed her body to your dada
Crashing yo mama's
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