Lyrics:
talking goat
The Old Man was just like my dad
I come from the hills of Europe
That's where I met the Old Man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
brother you have met Him
Because Jesus gets around
Would you recognise Jesus if you
Met Him face to face?
Or would you wonder if He's just
Another one you
the stick
My brother showed me how to remix the brick
You want a low price then this what you get
Change your life by the end of the year
Finesse a nigga im
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made
out
I'm the H-O-R-R, the N-E-Y, the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the master of the dicks
And my penis will tell you why
You see it's
ain't met her but I'll get her when I see her
Baby will you be my corona and lime
And I will be your main squeeze
And if your brother don't like my
but fuck you
I love you but fuck you, things will never be the same with me
Met you at a rock show, November no Octo
Took pictures then locked yo
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or an invitation
To a nightclub for some minglin'
Then
Got a feelin' that I'm runnin' out of love
If I say I'ma do it, then that shit a must If she suckin' me good, then her head a plus
I ain't met nobody
that church, I um, been to it,"
Y'all, I went,
After me and her met,
Me and my younger brother, we went
The the sunday, after me and her dated.
Just so I
ain't met her but I'll get her when I see her.
Baby will you be my corona and lime.
And I will be your main squeeze.
And if your brother don't like
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
And then I thought I fell in love
And then I found out it was lust
And then my brother always pushed
For me to find a better way
For me to value my education
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
told that boy that's lodi dodi
Yea, I run with them shockers nigga like master p we bout it bout it
Yea, Snapping like lobsters niggas a guess that's
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
these thots (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my
on a date with
All the courage I could muster
Super Mario Brother, Parcheesi
Boggle or Twister
We fed the baby french bread pizza then
I guess I kinda kissed
home
We been waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
I met a little boy that resembled my features
Nappy afro, gap in
reality
See, I was grindin' out my trunk, I feel like Master P
Pourin' up for them real niggas
Roll one up for them real niggas
Dope boy dreams, sip out
should stick with the other one
And leave the dog alone till the dancin' is done
But then when you're ready for the brother who leads
And feeds all rap
thought I was a criminal
Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical
It's essential to my path, it's my limit
But I go overboard by the time that I finish
a peep
Then I put it to sleep
I see a lot of brothers got raisins in the place
Not Al Pacino, I don't need a Scarface
But I know, if some shit goes
She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said,
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