Lyrics:
my ex you don't want to be her,
She used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker,
I had her eating lobster now she eating pizza,
I think about
a sound that was rather messy.
I said, Jesse! Won't you tell me about your diet?
Cuz what I'm hearing here is not very quiet.
It sounds like a poodle in
a sound that was rather messy.
I said, Jesse! Won't you tell me about your diet?
Cuz what I'm hearing here is not very quiet.
It sounds like a poodle in
Bobby bouche today if you spit my cooler
Music changed my young world listened to rick the ruler
Member the days watching Hanging with Mr cooper
Had
When i wake up
I need you by my side
I need you up
I need you in my life
I’ll fill you up
With love from all the sides
I won’t give up
I’ll love you
imposters
And I’m eating steak and lobsters
Bitch you cannot do this shit with me
Cause you ain’t on my roster
That bitch say she want a monster
I told her
off my chest you see
Way back in eighty-two
Around the time I first met you
He didn't even mean a thing
A silly fling
And she said
I'm not attracted
Oh, Jesse. What are we going to do about Mama?
She's so sick, and I'm so tired
I'm really sorry this has all come around
Don't want to let it get us
just not allowed
If you a real one then you would know what I'm talking bout (Boss)
I prefer to go to war with my own guns
Don't wanna share all this
You sell your soul like you sell a piece of ass
Slave to the dead white leaders on paper
Welfare cases, rapists and hoes
All reinforced by your TV
nigga? that's a centipede
Hater you could rest in peace
Hater you could rest in peace
If not you better Paul McCartney that shit and just let it be
I'm in
the bottom of the slums
Run the bands, run the bands, hey
Jesse Owens while I'm on this run
Run the bands, run the bands, hey
I'm not the one (Don't
of their mothers are praying to God
Asking not to resent you
Gotta stay on track like NASCAR
Remember who dun sent you
If Jesse was alive today he'd say it's
to me you better save your breath
(Yeah)
Got a demon by the bedside
(Yeah)
Sleep paralysis, stay high
Yuh
That shit ain't no biggie not no Bed-Stuy
Baby
But we won't touch that old Pullman,
She's southern, and they claim,
They ain't offered no reward
For Frank and Jesse James
In long soldier's coats
've ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
on the dinin' room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable)
We rockin' Russian Sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look
'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rockin Russian Sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand
with my initials
Get stabbed by the guy who sent you
I'mma sign, send you the pollution, environmental
I'm a giant pistol, you're a kung fu guy
It's
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
you better save your breath (yeah)
Got a demon by the bedside (yeah)
Sleep paralysis stay high (yeah)
That shit ain't no Biggie not no Bed Stuy
Baby
Baby, this dedicated to you
'Cause you make it look so good so easy
She said, "I love you Tunechi
" I said I love me too
She said, "Can I come
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
This is the story of Jesse and Shauna
You're gonna hear it even if you don't wanna
Jesse used to be hardcore
He's not anymore
He met a girl who stole
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