Lyrics:
haven't heard from your family
But you said your mom always loved me
Sometimes I go blurry-eyed
Small talk and you tell me that you're on fire
Lights
and firebreaks, worn out jeans, Black Eyed Peas, bathrobes
(Oh oh oh oh oh) And blue skies, I was born and raised on it
(Oh oh oh oh oh) Might have misbehaved
Batman with his fist, shut up, get of my Dick
I'm sending all these peas you can call it the Gotham clique
I don't care bout your friends, they'll
with his shepherd's crook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
When they lead you to the wood,
remember that you always should
leave a trail of black-eyed
loved by his mother
Give you a calls
For the
Thing upstairs
She brings him his night time brown and flask
Sews up his nighttime brown and mask
You
these black eyes
Peas now we feeding off
Straight Weed no sleep
Up at 4 am
Like Fuck like fuck that
8 am meeting
Kinda off beat
But fuck that
I'm minding
and firebreaks, worn out jeans, Black Eyed Peas, bathrobes
(Oh oh oh oh oh) And blue skies, I was born and raised on it
(Oh oh oh oh oh) Might have misbehaved
"There's no reason not to have sex with a cheese grater."
Hmm, no, I suppose not.
"Set up a stand outside of K-Mart with a plate full of frozen peas
Yeah
What's the price for a black man life?
If the answer's one sentence, then my raps can twice
Treat me like a poor test grade, like I'm not nice
you
By you
You
One month ago we were kissing in the back seat
I met your mom, I wonder how she's doing
I said I loved you, you told me to prove it
Boy,
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black eyed daughter
Bess the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her long black
I wake up
Black eyed
With broken teeth, it's all I know
I count my deaths, cut into skin
I feel no pain and I'm alone
Another day I'm still alive
trees from these black seeds
This is cornbread
And black-eyed peas
This is fish fry
And my fly steez
Don't drip grease on my fire
Please
I got 16
12 Times
just said
my mother she's a honkey
my dad's kentucky fried
i don't know what the hell i'm on
so 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!
back at home it's black eyed peas
a show - aint that what people here to see?
When I dribble the B-ball it's like I scribble the papel
In need to feel Black Eyed Peas's retard,
Head to head
Eyed Peas
I'm lovin givin it back, to see them raise up
I'm living for that
To keep trying means you keep failing
But if you don't keep trying
That means
Roll up that za I smoke exotic by the pea
No one can ever help you out when you tell 'em that you in need
Daddy always told me play with them lions you
marvelous Black Panthers
Tell me I should try these, well give this a thought
If the whip white, the guts black, that's black eyed peas
You want some food for
be so reckless
We bonded over Black Eyed Peas and complicated exes
Fell so deeply into it
It was all so innocent
Now I'm a homewrecker, I'm
Crash Bandicoot
They waitin' for the wrong extension, give it up, I won't salute (I won't)
Split pea, I left 'em leakin' like a can of soup
Now your
like darts and cut like machetes, and I'm rockin' the shit steady
Like no doubt, the show sold out,
They know how I rolled in when I roll out
Black Eyed
And my dear old daddy when the blessing is said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas (and side meat)
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
black eyed peas reference
And my songs sound like I got a preference
For girls that I talk about at the past tense
No false pretence
But let me
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