Lyrics:
what you expect when you live a life of confusion
Dead head was my best friend, girlfriend was a dyke
At least I thought she was, she declined to by
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
Inspired By Ayesha Erotica
Hollywood Dream (ha)
Hollywood Dream (ha)
Hollywood Dream (ha)
Hollywood Dream (ha, ha, ha)
Yo, yo, yo he's sell his
everything
All you nasty girls mean everything to me
And I wouldn't trade the world for all you nasty girls
Get you in my bed easily by giving you pearls
in vapor, niggas faker than Madonna's brows
Yeah, yeah, somebody do somethin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, somebody do somethin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, feel like Medusa
know I don't fold under pressure
I'm back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I'm closing this out with my memo
looses its meaning
His son is in high school, there's nothing he's learning
He sits by the T.V., watching Corvettes exploding, 'cause
The currents
a long-lost friend
The same thing that makes you live
Can kill you in the end
Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
a long-lost friend
The same thing that makes you live
Can kill you in the end
Can we get it together
Can we still stand side by side
Can we make it last
Last night the skies turned purple
And past lives in light tunnels
Light tunnels
In the back of a town car, staring at myself in a tux
gaslight, I commit arson
I'm the Marlboro Man and I'm handing out cancer by carton
Cracking up more than Iran-Contra
That's a double entendre, for 20 million
love profanity
Woh the insanity, oh dogs that crap and pee
Home of degravity, no they live happily
Yo, plust the Ali G show, and celebrity mo
Oh
We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses
In that upstairs apartment
On Orlando and 4th
And the rent was due and the rent man was knocking
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
Buddah Hava who lives the ways by nature
Escape on a galactic space caper
To the nexus, transportation a glass Lexus
Forever present is
Fuck 'em cuz that's how I live
Stand for what you believe up
Stand for what you believe in my nigga
Death to whoever don't want
Us grieving my nigga
Two
I'm 5'7, hazel eyes
Disco lips, cherry pie
Pistol kiss, bona fide
I live life like I'm gonna die
I'm getting high, getting by
Threesomes? I'm getting
true)
What we got, a hologram of Nirvana? (No)
Followed by Madonna and Barack Obama? (No)
A duet with Drake and the Dalai Lama? (No)
You all get
confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India, smoke hashish with
move
By the time Paul McCartney's microphone had failed
We were all well into the Live Aid groove
And Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney sang...
Which must
he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live
a fuck!
I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by
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