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shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me
And all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos
And he just fell asleep in his car eating 3
here feeling in my shirt pocket
And I can't find the key.
Open the door, Richard!
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
a million of Y'all and only one of me(hey)
What happened to the village as far as I can see
It's been burned down by this modern day slavery
[Donovan:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby let me lay ya down
On the carpet when I come round
Get rug burns when I tear ya down
On the ground all I want to hear is
And the Sergeant Major said to me “Well, go up and there and get a room for us.” So I went upstairs and there were three or four rooms. There was a passageway down
Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy
gotta turn my mic up man
Yo, y'all gotta turn it down
Let me get some water if I gotta
Scream for niggas to hear me
Yo hold it down let him rap let him
and bring it down to the rented
By now, it's a little past five
And I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my eyes
Next thing I know, she giving me
to flog you moody DVDs
You know you've seen the film, its black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head pops up and down right across you wide screen
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
i
Was really craving some normal conversation
I'm sure this was
All caused by this dude telling
Me to slow down
Because I was beginning to act like
on
Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
be bothered by bitches that see me get rich and act different, Lil Bitch
I-I-I can't say sorry I'm making it big and I'm really not listening, Bitch
than a bowl of Friskies
I roll so low, can't keep up with me
You go home early like you're fucking sixty
You're coming down my highest peak
And think
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.
Years passed
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
a thousand circles
A man hit me
Saying that he’d be here in a minute
All I’ve got to do is wrap it
And bring it down to the rented
By now, it’s a little past
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
One and one and one is three and you and me is all I need
Singing songs, drawing cocks, picking locks to locked doors
Find deflated hearts, and pump
one out here in this heat
Underground is where they'll be
Waiting, waiting just for me
There's a lot of people dancing downtown
Yeah, we all fall
fused too
And how mangled it got when my feelings grew
And when I walked out and left you
It felt like I left part of me too
You knocked on my door
But I
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