Lyrics:
Come on, little buddy
See how you still wanna be
Part of a different scene?
You thought you
Could figure it out
Working a well-paying job
Bought by
they holla, don’t let go
It’s your time, let ‘em know
(E&J:
Hey Nneka
Call in from New York
And give them a little something)
Verse 2 (Fresh Ink
The story's told by the wishes from the well
Feed my dreams with all the ink I write on my page
Cause history is surely to repeat itself
Yeah, cue the mushroom
to eat something more
than peanut butter on toast
and that the sunrise looked better on the east coast.
and you said "well david my friend you're being
behind, it said
"You turned off David Letterman, now you must die!"
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was
Broke outside in my drawers and screamed, So
you need, but I'd rather let the ink bleed
We dismiss our heroes' skeletons no matter how grim
My fans saying "I'd be honored to be injured by him"
what’s on the paper
But in between the black and white
I take the pen and start to write
Ink is absolute and from the well
I find power to blot out hell
retroactive message
Pressed so expertly in memory, tempurpedic genes
Clean the creases and conceits of eager ego superseding
Peaceful trio linked in lingo, ink
Opportunities knocking at the door
I gotta let 'em in
Niggas talking more than hoes
David Letterman
Y'all would do whatever for a show
I cannot
Things change, rearrange
Depending on what you do with pain ya know
Volcano erupts in the winter
Baby it's just us
In the studio chillin
Me and Mike
got faith in my brother man
I got faith in the man up above
Okc how i'm shoot like i play for the thunder man
You sane? well let's see when you run up
not even have a single bit of wit
She gets hit by a critical hit
In Super Smash Brothers Ultimate
I'm a fan of a dog named Gromit
I'm right before it
Ha-ha, yeah
Ayy, Dig that
Look
Ayy, you know that boy David danced out of his clothes worshiping God, shawty
We ain't dancing like Michael Jack
We
(Let's do this, 88 Radio)
I-I-I'm in the sky I slit my-, I-, I-, silver cutters
I-, I-, cutters, I-, I-, I-, cutters, I-, cutters
(Naturally, you
eyes
Here's to the good times, while there's still time
Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet
Carve it in oak and permanent ink
And park it way
paper steel
Ink Lead honor wit
Yep, I'm coming in with all of that shit
(X2)
Verse 2
Straight up on life I ain't getting no younger
Gotta fall by
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, David, you come home to me"
And she said
"Hey rambling boy,
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, David, you come home to me"
And she said
"Hey rambling boy,
yea, yea, yeaaaaah
I don't wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner
Unless it's produced by David Banner
Elbows on the lunch table
Eatin' on a gravy sammich
Well I've got eyes in the back of my head
Yes I've got spies for the words you said
And I've got eyes underneath our bed
But you've got lies, honey
I can't hold her, I can't control her
Could I? (Killer!) Should I? (Killer!)
If I can't grope her, I might as well choke her
Could I? (Killer!)
kiddo? You're line was busy
Bobby
Fella
Bobby
Sweetie
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home
Seems like weeks since we Bobby,
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
Well the animals laugh
From the dark of the wilderness
A baby cries hard
In an apartment complex
As I pass in a car
Buried under the influence
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