Lyrics:
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
it back to back (Back)
Tom and Jerry you a pussy you a rat (Pussy)
So don't come near me or I'll hit you with the braat (Braat)
And leave you flat (Uh)
So I guess I gotta tell you a story huh
I don't always come to this comedy improve show
But shit I just dropped my phone
One second man Let me just
will see
First read the book never judge by cover
Each chapter has hidden characters
We need one love to keep us together
Divided love go make us
Slide with me, ride with me
Baby come and die with me
Fly with me, hold my fire for me
And bitch I’m tipping off that drank when I’m down south
I’m with
need a surety, promise me that this is real
Real nigga shit, this is how I wanna live
Women come, women go
I hope you stick around
I wanna lift you up,
contribution in other lives are problems
How many miles, how many hours alone?
How many nights glued to this fucking phone?
How close am i to killing myself
most romantic dreams only seem like a tease
I understand its hard to believe
Live in a time where loyalty is overpowered by greed
Pain last longer when
When we're going six feet under the ground
And by that time all you live for is really gonna count
When you're on that podium, ain't no fucking around
angelicus)
UNCLE WALTER:
The clergyman’s pastoral pager loudly― uh, loudly― uh, uh loudly rang out, echoing through the vacant YMCA halls.
FATHER BILL:
By
, yeah, together
For love, love, love
You better hope love is the answer, baby I think you better hope it comes before the summer
Everybody, every
Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
our lives together yeah together
Together yeah together
Just to be close to you girl
Just for the moment baby, just for an hour
Just to be close
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
ice blue stones
Yo, they sell weed around my way, crooked eye, do or die
Brew and lye come together like two-for-fives
Smokin out 'til my brain
of tea)
But like all dead beat dads, the Father eventually got distracted by everything
And soon forgot about large numbers of his children
Even the Mother
Ferron again.
Teaming up with Del.
BPD ma man.
This life is short.
But I can't imagine you're gone too soon mama.
That's the life we live by.
We all
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
Get your
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
in my closet
Like there's something there!
Like there's something there!
Sure feel there's something there
How come every time I turn round
You always
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