Lyrics:
to go home / Chorus (sung by the cast) Time to go home Norman Time to go home Norman Hey Mistuh Papuh-mon Time to go home Chasin' illusions can get
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
saggin
Rag top in the top down doon buggy on greenwood
You got a receipt boy? Mr. herd said to the blood
Yellow school bus rolled up with a space for
to makin' music up all night
Like, like can you feel me? I put passion in my lyrics
It's just me and you from rags to riches hoppin' in the urus
Let my lyrics
the reason why
the smoke be comin up out the chow, with my nigga Pac
Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick
I'm in my rag hittin switches
Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hands held loosely
And the answers were gone
From hand to hand
Wrist to the elbow
Red blood sand
Could Dad be God
Crosses cross hung out like a wet rag
Forgive you? Why?
Yamborginis in my dreams rIP to ASAP Yams
King disguised by the world
All these blessings in my hands ay
We grinding to the bag
We rocking designer rags
What
Bundles activate
Sapa deactivate
Doings up to date
Azaman activate
Racks on racks Louis Vuitton not rags on rags
Stacks on stacks Phyno level that's bags
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
a wretched hag
Timmy blinked and opened his eyes
He was washing pots
With an army rag
Our hero's life turned olive drab
He was cast into a four year
For far too long I've been imprisoned in the dark
Held by the fear that stills the hands and cools the heart
I can feel it even now
Feel it grip
50 my aka is two gun Charlie
Find me up at 4 in the
Mornin' to catch me a body
Waitin' for you in yo projects
By your staircase door
Come out! Come
to the beat together
‘Cause the monster in my closet
Held me down and tied my hands
So I put two middle fingers up
And taught him how to dance
Yo I came up from
dance to the beat together
‘Cause the monster in my closet
Held me down and tied my hands
So I put two middle fingers up
And taught him how to dance
Yo I
kingdom come
Even growing up a Christian, I could never brag
Cause my greatest efforts are but filthy rags
You gotta hate the sin you're delivered from
was, she counted on her hand how many Fall previews she would miss that night.
She cursed. "Damn weather."
Then brought her hand back up to her head,
Na, Na, Na, Na
By the life that I been through
Just take a walk up in my shoes
You might not ever make it thru
Skewee
By the life that I been through
of the Radio Times
The Bible and those with false teeth
c sick society dropping national health
Stirred up by gay boys protected by their wealth
Now
bread in individual slices
And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by
They talk to the sister the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a checkbook in the other
And the camera noses in on the tears
the props on the Eastside spots
Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot
Goofy was Mickey Mouse right hand man
One day smoked a stick, and came up
scared
Gotta keep that shit player
Catfishes on that lake shit
Always cast a bait fish
Slaughter daughters Jason
Practicin the basics
By the time you get
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