Lyrics:
And with the Lord by my side, it don't matter what the call of life
Cause let me in, cause I was going for the ride
Aint blind, aint gotta sin to believe it
one came back again
A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership
The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs
Head shots by dead shots
lovin' the caterings (lovin' the, woo)
We came up piss poor, I had to Tom Brady it (had to Tom Brady it)
I got some bags just sittin' out in England but
wanted, for sho'
In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows
Just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Checking all my traps and all my hoes
Life is, too short,
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
but I just dance, pay attention, learn a thing or two
My little lady goes round, round, round, two stepping to a steel guitar
She's mesmerized by
for diamonds
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my
love if you gon' judge me for my past
No, it ain't love if you ain't never eat my ass
It ain't love if you just only tie me down because you seen me in
(Masquerade)
Seek them out now one by one
Droppin' bodies like a nun
Two twin Glocks name Bonnie and Clyde
Slide through roofs like I'm Tom Cruise
I think I'm
for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock
gone
And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
This old safe the family inherited
Was kept by Jim who took good care of it
They trusted him, and he didn’t complain
For generations the safe was
quit
Thinking by myself, okay this is it
Everything I paid for, to hell with it
When I'm talking bout lonely then I'm talking bout myself
When I'm
She said fuck the rona, she badly want that boner
Tired of being a loner, oh how can I ignore her
Miss her sexy aura, and feminine persona
That's how
the rite
tongue-lashin to lick my wounds
i get taken for my lover
by my tailspin to resolution
and i feel my boner
commandeer my wut infusion?
wen i bot
11 Minutes and 31 Seconds,
Back with more shit music for your eardrums
(Audio Jungle)
She tryna fuck for the bands
(yah)
She trying her luck for
omniscience
Is nullified by his ambivalence
Unless it turns out that he's impotent
And if God can't get a boner
I guess that explains the plethora
Of huge
it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love
stoned Scoob? (Raggy! Zoinks!)
No I just want to be alone
Dude!
Am I old school
In a boomer's tool
In a box behind a lock
Passcode stands for fuck!
CDs are
nothin'
But an old tom cat,
Runnin' around my house
I'll tell you something
You old tom cat
You just lost your mouse
Whoa!
How does that grab
past horrid
Close your eyes for a wee second
You see me on a lifeboat and I need rescue
I think I'm on a exploration tryna reach heaven
But I just sink
Independently conducted by Danny and Brian
Is the story over or has it just begun?
Has the battle for boning been lost or won?
The question is a deep
foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
Bet
Ima get a check
Fuck it
Run it up
Double up
Bitch im all
Flat-Top Ó 1990 Lyrics: Russ Zimmer / Ian Cannon
Composer: Russ Zimmer
Performed by: 55 Alive
Verse 1:
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