Lyrics:
to god they want my place
Always talking fake
They always creeping when you make
A dollar feed the plate
Been time to get my money up
Time to fill my plate
Hey, hey
Mmm, mmm
Nuhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I'm surrounded by my friends
Eddie the sheep
Carol the donkey
Rasputia the parakeet
Oh don't forget Joe the cow
I
'Coz tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou
Goodbye Joe, I
just wanna be famous)
You dream of trading places
I have been changing faces
You cannot fill these shoes
There is too much to lose
Wake up behind
the party)
Alright let me take a sip of this real quick, uh (Endo fills my body where's the party)
Yo first I get a deal, then I get a million
Put your hands
one)
My city and state never ever seen this
(Oh Lord) on the futon, I'ma give
Her that penis, penis, Penis
When this shit done, I'ma fill up arenas
Ooh
me out of this place
Of lonliness hopelessness depression and disgrace
At this pace I'm on the verge of self-destruction
With nothin' to go
Fortune, from her destined course,
Stay'd by this isle, not knowing where she lay:
For since the mate had seen at early dawn
Across a break
and be gayo
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibaud, Fontaine aux, the place is buzzing
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibideaux, Fountaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
Feeling secure
Moving at my own pace
The end struck me down
Carried me off to a new place
Seeing what's yet to come
Feeling secure
Moving at my own pace
I'm well beyond my means
It's time to consider contingencies
Before I execute a plan
I'll take a change of pace
If it's a better place to spend my days
Come down from the north to fill your stockingLet the Robert Bordens do the talkingI be too polite to keep them off meI just be like "hey girl," Ryan
you in yo place place place
They can't keep up with the goat's pace pace pace
I be meddling like my middle name champ
You ain't hype enough, gotta get
lungs fill until I cant move
Pick up the pace
Cause you keep hesitating
The time that your taking
Is time that we're wasting
Look into your eyes brand new
the menu, go place your order
It's a slaughter, a felony of chatter
And pickin' up the pace is the subject matter
[Chorus]
Break it down
Oh yes, I
Hold up let me get my rhythm
Hook this beat right up in to your system
Fill the volume to the limit
Listen I always keep it vivid
If the shoes fit I
fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux, Fontainebleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux, Fontainebleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take, my place or fall from grace
The foolish way, the pace is quick and great
Smiling face,
Been surviving the horror with ink ribbons in tact
Arranging facts into tracks I'm numbed by key clacks
With a knack to manipulate this head fulla
racks, get them in by the case
Saving that hoe better go get a cape
Feds took my damn challenger so I gotta get a new wraith
Can’t come around here it
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