Lyrics:
Please Don't Think It's Funny
Words and Music by Fred Rogers
Sometimes you feel like holding your pillow all night long
Sometimes you
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
again
Well, maybe next year or when
December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what
but she know me
Oh my God she tryna top me
Ahhhhnn Ahhhn Ahnnnn
Wait, great
All of these niggas they cheap, skate
Roll me a eighth
I been counting all
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? (Oh, I)
Hot tub, bad to the bony, I'm Tony
As my Grandmama Edna Mae Kearse, she showed me
How to be
Quarterback Killer Will bitch you know we savage
Pussy bare hare She fucks Roger Rabbits
Catch you in the open I just might pass it
Sabb Halo got gas bitch I
like I'm Mr. Rogers
Out the hood like a missing father
(We gon fly her out)
Petersburg drinks at Walter Green
Disco eating wings at Tony's chicken
Me
Tony
I'm tryna' have, make em' run it like they owe me
Moved from the north to the westside
Shout out Como, shout out the trails you know the left side
from that life, so you just got served
From a spiritual tongue, anointed by His word
Shedding light and prosperity is my destiny
With dreams to heal
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
Alcapone
Sweet Ebony and Big C
Remember Sunshine Crew
And the great JC
Warren, Brother Different
And the one Tony D
Big up Chic Dynasty
DJ O'Neil and Ken
great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're
great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're
(Yes, I do)
Then I say you should write it, Roger
Yes, you
Good heavens, no!
Yes you, Roger Sherman
You
But
You
But
You
But
Mr.
that's one great big ol' pistol
I mean .50 caliber made by badass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton's
Soon as it gets dark
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
to Roger Mathews Jr
He was a great man
T
Makin' good upon my promises like I'm by Jericho
Never know the overflow, keep it on legato
Do you got that? roger cop that, Arigatou (Sheesh)
I done
got it on me
Ain't gotta run to my safe
Nicca, I got it on me
Playa shit
Feeling like tony
You niccas jabronies
And when I say tony
I'm talking montana
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
Where have all our heroes gone what's come over our great land
America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone
I saw a group
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