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thousand people or more all yelled out
'man your band is truly outrageous!'
Hey, louis prima
Man, you make 'em jump and shout
I got a five-dollar bet
funny
Does your mother know that you're out
And I can chat with you baby
Flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out
Noe take it easy
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
put your hand in the air and let me know you're out there
You put your hand in the air and let me know you're out there
Then scream: oh yeah (oh yeah)
And you're gonna take
It even further so keep doing your thing, ma
Thank you, darling
Charlemange da God, singed out!
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
direction
Hope you know that I'm in love with all your imperfections
But I just can't help but feel that there's a disconnection
Damn
Texts goin green
Haven't
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
you look out of your window
Tell me what do you see
If it's a world without a father
Then you're looking at me
It takes a whole nation
To help me
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
finally your ass came out as gay (dick riding mother fucker, always hopping on peoples' dicks bro, literally the glazer)
cndre how's Dairy Queen
I mean I'm
Everything is temporary, be sure to face your fears
No one really knows why the fuck we're even here
Causing trouble on the playground in the first grade
With
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
you’re 18 years old the business and the property is legally yours” please do not allow the hard work of your Mother to go down in drain. If you are
misunderstood
By yourself too
Oh Prima Donna can we all come out to play
Oh Prima Donna does it have to be your way
The rules have always been made
Out to be
at
The end of the day he
Signed Kanye West 12 years
Ago what does that mean now? What does that
Mean to music? You know
People say things about creativity
mother and her fucking grandmother
Fear and anxiety set in my biology
Studied chemistry, never got good grades
But I'm street smart, I know exactly what
Despite not having looked at them once
"You know we are born
With those vile characteristics
The desire to create, to express"
She spit's the words out
everybody could just exhale, let your belly out, you know, and chill. You know. But people get mad at me when I say, Look, let's stop frontin'. And I'm
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
sure
They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
Medical
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
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