Lyrics:
shit around the house, pay attention
She needs to feel wanted way more
Than part of the time
A lot of time for women
Foreplay starts in the mine
n****'s stomping in my chucks
See I make it rain, dear, cause I'm all by my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her c***
And I put her in her
time to show out
(Flashing) Got gold in my whole mouth
Top row, cost more than your whole house
It's the high life, in them bright lights
With all stars
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
SAID HEY
She's perfect!
I can see it now: we'll live together in a house surrounded by a giant forest
And no one will ever bother us again
I can write
cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic
In every world
by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time
dead affair
There is something in my house, my house
But you're not there
I, I, I, I, I, I, I am being haunted
And I am here all by myself
bigger dreams
I copped a house out in the hills just to switch scenes
And now they back home saying "How could Vic leave?"
I got Chicago on my mind like
Ain't got no rocks in my bed, but I just can't lay down there no more.
I got rocks in my bed, but I just can't lay down there no more.
Every time I
every time.
Lately it seems things vanish by degrees. How soon we forget we made our tree houses out of trees. When we going to realize some reasons just
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in only
dead right
You better exercise more caution next time
Or you'll end up in
Tomorrow morning's headlines
Obituary, nothing more than "born
And then died"
them losses
I jumped in the water I ain’t put on no goggles
I been through that struggle look how we came out it
Ay ay
Young Nigga might cop me some
in her bedroom
Every time when my friends com to the house
Well we on our way to the old folk home
Yes
That no good son of said did you say you are
they say nah, make em say so
Step on they toes, get in they face
I don't care if you by yourself in Miami with a chick going vacate
Jump on payphone,
really, it held it up off me
So that's one time it saved my life
The way, the way I came by the name of Lucille,
I was Over in Twist, Arkansas, I
it up off of me
So that's one time it saved my life
The way, the way, I, uh, I came by the name of Lucille
I was over in Twist, Arkansas, I know
Hey, MC Lars! What's that, Schaffer?
We're making the band! Yeah!
Literally
Lars that's-that's a good pun
In an attempt to assemble
The ultimate
I saw roses choking in the grass flaking paint
In a broken window pane
A mailbox barely standin' by the driveway
I can almost read the name
A swing
Johnson's just a fucking twat
Head up his arse cos he thinks it's a hat
Covid will wave goodbye
In March then April then June then July
Mr Raab your chicken
with the hands of a clock
Good can't help but do a little evil
Evil can't help but,
do a little Good.
Who's that singing in the kitchen by the stove?
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