Lyrics:
And I'd hang onto every word that he would breathe
He'd say boy as you walk through this life
Here's a little wisdom that'll help you get by
[Chorus]
Onye ebee
Anaghị m ekwe agaghị m ekwe
Got the whole whole crew right here
You should know by now
Know by now
It's sexy grandpa with the shutdown
With
but you let it go by, yee
I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
I had to tighten the fuck up, but I'm here for the crown, crown (oh, shit)
I'm back back going like I never never left
Plus the boy right here I'm fresh to death (whoo)
Chris Jones on my feet see I can't fall from Suzuki
bumpin', i arrive
Davy Jone$ is here to thrive
Now just wait for your demise
Ain't no surprise if i'm gonna overdose and fuckin' die
Makes me wanna fuckin'
It's a cold word
Menace
Heartless
Jones (Menace, Flow Jones Menace)
Gimme that
Gimme that, Gimme that, alladat
Go go (Uh!)
Uh! Gimme that neck
Sittin' here countin' the cars going by
In a hour must a been one or two
The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothes line
Its an old front porch
Bubba Jones was a good 'ole boy
Lived back in the wood
Drove a 4-wheel drive pickup
Kept it running good
Had a little 'ole 5-horse Mercury
Aunt Betty'd be singing while supper was cooking
We'd unwrap the gifts when no one was lookin'
Let's all gather 'round, Grandpa say the blessing
(Two Of Dem)
A Big Profit In That Greenery
We Not Stoppin By The Beach Just For Scenery
When Here It's 45, Up Here It's 65
Meet U In Carolina
that's okay
In my heaven
Grandma's up here, Grandpa too
In a condo with to-die-for views
There's presidents and movie stars
You just come as you are
No
Funnin' round Grandpa's farm
Really groovin' on the baby pigs
Oh, I know they haven't even read the books I know
Yeah, I understand the telephone
Revealing ya true fear
By the way um...
Hi!
It's AK I'm...
Sorta new here
Grandpa Goulash monologue:
What's good folk it's ya boy Grandpa Goulash the old
(They got me locked up) In here
Nobody knows you by your name
You’re just a number
Living under bitch ass rules of a broken game
They put me here to die
really good as gold
She can make my grandpa
Feel like he's six years old
I got 20:20 vision and that's all I need
Enough to keep my baby here by
good as gold.
She can make my Grandpa, feel like he's six years old.
I got 20/20 vision, and that's all I need.
Enough to keep my baby here by
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
The bats have gone viral
Chef's special with a touch of disease
Chow mein
Pak choi
With rat
Dick fries
Cheeseburgah
With bat
Mixed in a cold soup
Brewed by
raised me
Only father figures I had were my uncles and my grandpa nem
Then my Pops took me in and said don’t be like them
Negroes running up the streets I
Boy sitting on his grandpa's knee
Grandpa thinks what's happened to me
I remember when I was just three
Now look at these hands
Look at these hands
poised to give away their daughter by the wall
Skip to Grandpa on a blood machine
They know Grandma on the ward
I’ve got money. I’ve got everything
But my
There's goin be some stuff that you might not like to hear
But what needs to be said, needs to be told
Dear Grandpa, you don't know how much my
[Jim Jones]
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
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