Lyrics:
sunny all day
Charlie and Frank are in Philadelphia
That’s where they’ll stay
If you don’t know
Names Fettuccine Alfredo
Charlie hates to travel
Now you
hate the city
But you're going there
By summer you'll pack up your bags
Take all that you can
You're not coming back for a year now
But James if things
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
like a revenant
My leveling is effortless, there's just no way to render it
Like character creator screens that tell me what my gender is
They're lacking
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
The cruel deed was over
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart
In Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly
with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I step up in
it brought ease to my worries
Base my progress off of where i'll be when i'm 30
Is like a game-buzzer beater by the hands of Steph Curry
Got a
Warriors
holders
Parlaying the money
Bank rollers
Take over plug sent the weight over hopped
Right on that girl gave her a make over
Theres king Tut Mansa Zulu no
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
that sound silly?
Had his freedom taken away by his own nation
But there's a lesson
Do not submit to intimidation
The act still exists today and
This
hand to the plow, it ain't no looking back!!
I'm walkin by faith, He told me Go and take His word all over the map,
Heal the sick, and feed the poor,
hand to the plow, it ain't no looking back!!
I'm walkin by faith, He told me Go and take His word all over the map,
Heal the sick, and feed the poor,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea.
And, behold, there
what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin
(Talk
wouldn't believe that he's shot
But we'd run over there and there was so many folks around
That we couldn't see him but some lady was standin' there
over dead (damn)
These niggas over scared (they is)
They better go back in the house 'fore we come over there (what? Huh)
I'm colder than a polar
winning Bonnie's heart
Another man named Jack
Had gotten a head start
That morning the two lovers
Hand in hand, they headed west
Then Dan came to me
calm
That soap will give you hope now
Wash your hands! Wash your hands!
Wash your hands bitch! Wash your hands!
First things first, fuck COVID-19
Those
group not want to
Speak to me? I think the
Yeezys I was doing over there were
Comparable to that Nicki Minaj verse
Because these guys were like ‘we’re
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
dance
(Girl, let's dance)
I said hey you right there (Come over here)
In that pretty red dress, girl, let's dance
I said hey you right there
In that
speak it by experience, that's not a favor
Don't let the spirit of confusion strike you on your navel
Don't be misled by angel numbers or the father name
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