Lyrics:
So what would you do if you awaked tomorrow
There's no more sorrow, dreams came true
So knock on wood and cross your fingers
And count your
(Hi James)
Known ya since we were younger
Even now that you're older
You're still a kid so curious
Who's peeking over my shoulder
You always
3 now give me 6
Feeling hot on the scene in the spot like a sexmachine
Just a James Brown feeling you can believe in
Shake shake your money maker
You got a deuce-deuce? Aw, that's cute
Scooter better scoot with his little boot
Before I put holes in him like a flute
So do I have to make the call
rounds, 100 rounds
Yeah, pussy boy them drums (drums)
Have you prayin' like a nun (huh)
I ain't never been a actor
Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep
Da Da you so handsome
You know I'ma cook it right in front of you
You can call me Franny Hibachi from now on
See they be talking this and they be
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you
The label cut the check, run the bag by me
Move all the hate so I can see
Neck on froze, that's zero degrees
Reached all my goals, I'ma have
I don't give
I'm Grim like Billy and Mandy
But I'm chill like Patrick and Sandy
You sit cause you cannot stand me
RKO these niggas like Randy
My haters just tryna
Marco, shout out, goddamn, Wiley
Motherfucking Chris Patrick, you know
Um, so, yeah, man, we did that, came back home, I was motivated and shit
You know
're serving prison for life
Tell your trainees to do weird things
They're young, so, I call you "pedophile"
You call yourself "professional", what you're doing
And they can talk as they may
From Dublin City to San Diego
We witnessed freedom denied
So we formed the Saint Patrick Battalion
And we fought on the Mexican
a giant wiener
We gon drink a ton of lean
I guess that's what you get
If you're so wet from all this sex
So do your thing like 21
I'm tryna think why you
'til I do what I do
Hit you with that ddu-du ddu-du du
Du du du du du du du du du du du
Ddu-du ddu-du ddu-du ddu-du ddu-du ddu-du
Du du du du du du
James like it's pop
Now all the people playing me
And Thomas James like it's pop
Used to sell it on the streets
But now I sell at the shop
They said I'd
want a Patrick lunch box
And a Patrick tattoo
A Patrick jersey
Two for me, one for you
I want all the gear
I want to chug a beer
With a dude by
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
pain
Talking bout misdirection
Uh
Popping all this champagne
Only girl in my section
Uh
That said that I do the Most
Is you man I know
You hate when I'm
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
they'll still talk about us when we've died.
JESUS
The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care, this wine
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
can go on and on
For some hours in this bitch
I got her so wet it’s like a shower in this bitch
I ain’t James St Patrick I got power in this bitch
You
like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew
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