Lyrics:
get to work, and his barrel full of sand, proud to head into the day,
His father’s right hand man.
Little men, growing up so fast.
Little men, wish
sipping on bubbly
Running thangs, ain't no every day I'm on my campaign
Some boys be sipping Cristal, Moet pop serving champagne
Sip a fo' guzzler,
Alive, but dead and breathing
Forever wishing, on a star that doesn't shine
What everyone forgot, a simple thing
Change is created by change
Is that too
I like staying up all night
I think it's my right to sleep until noon
I love watching scary movies
I could stay shopping all day
Getting my way
see the stars when the night is done
You see the death when the life is gone
Confused by the rules who'll take control
There is no god
The sacred
male porn stars no the applause isn't necessary you dying to get into my show like a cemetery.
Chorus: Turn me up a little more, fresh till we exit
pings n rice allspice
N an RX-7 cuttin through'a da night
I Represent the look like the great Sam Cook
Put a star by every freak in my true black book
lookin like a star on them
I get drunk for the club close the bar on em
I'm chipped up ill just gon buy the bar homie
Please don't be alarmed by me
Some
sing."
Verse 1 (character: Jeff)
All star quarterback, varsity letter, I drive a Jetta
A popular kid, my parents give me all my cheddar
Plus I date
Pictures flash, images sold
No sense, no thought, just behold
Star-spangled messiah struts the tube
Makes life easy just for you
Mr. no lips fights
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day
effects what you do to my stomach
I just give you that look when the mood is right for me
Then it's action we making movie like loving
I I like stunting
where things got a longer wave-length
Rhythm's up, flashing dancing disco stars
in March near to Mars
On the notes of an Australian bagpipes
playing by
made daybreak the new curfew
In my arcade where all fate is
Headbutted by the hard way
Gold stars, bricks, coins, ballers
And ball chains hit
Yeah, if these walls could spit bars
I talk about my life
And that shit made me a star
Number one in the section that
I'm from by far
I thought niggas
a whole life
Got some advice and took some time to get my dome right
I paid your granny the traditional way
Zulu man, so it only became official that day
a liar, need some killers, I hire them
Air out the flames like firemen
Lil' bro by my side, got more than 5 of them
Put all my trust in the O, my opps
shit coming a mile away
straight to the point
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting
if u lil boys even gotta say
stick to my ground i dont gotta
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