Lyrics:
Pillow talking tag yo toe
Trust no one
Especially hoes
Bros ain't yo Brothers
George got done in by his mother
Mitch was one hell of a hustler
cnd c was
him I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
him I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
I'll be staring in awe
And every time they ask me George how did you fall so in love I'll say
She loves me not in spite but because of my flaws
And every
Everyone one step away
From being broke
So what you value most?
Everything must change
That's straight from Quincy Jones
Or George Benson
What you
would be so amazed by the things that I can tell...
[Hook:]
I got troubles with in, troubles with out.
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out.
heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
Much blessings be healthy, remember
What goes around comes around
a tailgate
Yeah we crankin' up A-C D-C, Hank, Skynrd, and George Strait
Wheres the girls?
'Bout to call 'em up
A little southern draw said "hey trouble whats
smooth LL Cool J
I don’t want yo drip
Only want that Fuji
All I hear is that barking
So I hit em up with that Cujo
We ain’t doing much talking
I do it big
your accused
Cause white ain't what you diffuse
And every George Floyd is a different excuse
You know when you wants so much better for yourself
Feel so
Ain't your life boring, don'tcha think?
Youp youp youp youp youp youp youp
Life is so much better
When there's some little something
To do!
Does it
no such thing as too much Purell
This a cautionary tale, word to George Orwell
So don't 1980-force any plugs into sockets
Always wear a chastity
(Jesus, He will fix it)
By and by (By and by)
Trouble in my way (Trouble in my way)
I have to mourn sometimes (Mourn sometimes)
Oh, so much trouble
And I barely get to sleep these nightmares about my father
Man I got to rid this drama so I left my baby mama
Start by moving forward full steam
Wish I could shrink the world
And place it in your palm
'Cause I want to see you smile
My troubles feel so calm
Cause you got real estate inside my
tonight
(Let's get it)
Yo, I can write rhymes in my phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like
phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like Gervonta in the ring
And when you swing, it's little
MUCH DARKER
Because the Africanism is in EFFECT
So check it out MAN!
And try not to bite the lyrics
POI!
So come in now with the chorus
in our suburban city
By volunteers from
The Los Angeles Gay & Lesbian Centre
George Kelley was the name
Of the volunteer facilitator
And the first guy
leaving here by any means
Forgiving all my enemies
Took advantage of the time I was in
I'll leave it as soon I can, no way out (Yuh, Yuh, Ayy)
Y'all think I
You don't know how much we miss you
Seems so long ago
Those great days
When Wham was first on the scene
You were oh so cool
Sparkle in your eyes
so caught up I could barely see
Trouble
Ever think you couldn't sink lower than the basement
Floor
Come to find much worse
Was waiting
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
the time
And that's much, too much for this heart of mine
It gets me drinking
I don't want to
'Cause drinking leads to trouble
And trouble leads to you
So I
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