Lyrics:
a brick, better catch a hundred like a touchdown
If you need Za hit me up, I serve it by the pound (Serve it)
Ski'd up in a sheisty mask I wont make a sound
A circus clown performs in a beach town for an audience of one.
Scared by dark clouds the others left but I knew somehow, I'd find serenity
hooo hoo
I could prolly get signed by ovo
Hoo hoo hoo
Like the owl on ovo
Hooooooooo
Veggietales blue blue blue
All My dawgs rockin blue blue
I'm
to do
I know you just wanna get high, shawty a demon, I think I'm loving you
I know you right by my side but I just hope you don't get too comfortable
blow these pipes like trumpets but this drum my favorite instrument
We been up on that score we started small and went by increments
So bitch give me my
passing by but only stop to call them bum
I knw just how you feel because I grew up in the slums
Almost at 15 and nowhere else to run
I can tell you this
get by, don't act slick
Imma play dumb, talk on my name, but you really a bum, look
It don't matter, Ima up it, she on the gram I'm like, fuck it, how
I had to ghost her
I remember chasing love, got my heart broken
Now I'm a dog to these hoes till this game over
Having brunch by the water on some
on the freeway
The work cheaper when you bum and get it Sunday
Stop hatin you gon be rich one day
You a fed only thing you do arrest bitches
You ain't me you be
of rhymes is steady impressing you
Cold undressing you leaving you dumb numb a bum my son and naked too
How could you have ever thought you make it true
rapping bum?"
I could go pull out a clip and go empty that shit big, and kill your whole eulogy
Come from the bottom, but this is not new to me
Shorty give
It all seems so strange
The mutes the bums
The dogs with mange, the poor,
Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore
I guess not
Barefoot pregnant women
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
a tower to bum
Torch, a flaming brand, a pyre blazing scourge
Heretics Clad in flames die in silence
It is no doubt the right way
The perfect way to go
Hey you bum, yeah, you, move over
Get your ass off that Range over
That attitude toward the homeless is exactly what Maureen is protesting
It all seems so strange
The mutes the bums
The dogs with mange, the poor,
Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore
I guess not
Barefoot pregnant
for this fate's in
The element of fine print I've read it and overseen
By judgmental pompous ass phonetics, the critic
I'm still the rapper for
It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid
screwing up
Torment me with lies in front of my friends
Call me a fucking bum like I'm a con man
Call me a fucking jerk like I'm a rapist
Call me
a bum searching for eternal slack
Pride, intelligence, motivation: there was nothing that I did not lack
But then I went to see a doctor and he showed
anymore just wait until your dad gets home and sees what
You have done kicked out of school you've got no job you're a useless
Delinquent bum oh my god
At least he loves his city
Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could become
Lear's Fool is a bum now
With seven holy parcels by his
there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side
He gives me a place to go when things get bleak
He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
ain't never had a fifty, you ain't had a hun'
You ain't never had a quarter ticket, lil' dirty bum
I bet I'll have ten M's when I'm thirty-somethin'
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