Lyrics:
Well Iâ??m a stranger here in this place called Earth
And I was sent down here to discover the worth
Of your little blue planet third from the sun
still got a learner's permit
Poppin' that [shit], you better sit
Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn
You're missin' a turn,
third baby
And sometimes I think maybe I should've left here long ago
Travellers are stopping by, check their oil and their p.s.i.
Gas up and away
the science of creation
About the Masons, about their nation
Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head
To the thirty-third degree, you know that's me
Ease
Congress
Third degree assault and battery that's on my resume
In third grade I was stabbed by a thumb tack
Fuck you Sadante
Twenty wholes years and I've
haters in packs, 'causing Gram Demolition
I'm a beast, causing havoc when I speak, they ain't moved by the sirens
But when I walk in a room… the whole
talking Miccy D’s
I’m gonna get it in
Till I’m smoking hella tree
The way I play with the beat
It’s like, third degree
Yo everyday
Average not who I intend
in
Walking down this road and its made of brimstone
Third degree burns on my skin
I feel my face is melting
Gotta go back where I began
The answer
curses
So if you ever see me in a church man,
It'll be in a burst of steam leaving third degree level burns on the
People at sermon,
It's clear I'mma
the fireman third degree burns, I spit heat
A life lived is a lesson learned, that shit deep
You on the road to success, you gonna pay a toll
Loose time with
she swerve the police
So fucking fine, but this bitch wanna murder me
She'll turn this bitch to a murder scene
Second and third in the first degree
which seems right unto man
Leading straight to the lake for eternity
No third degree
Unlearn what you know
If you yearn to see
With some urgency
Start
acknowledgement
Crafted by CU Boulder
Quote
CU recognizes that it sits on the traditional territories
And ancestral homelands
Of the Arapaho, Cheyenne, Ute
And many
22 times two dude, outer banks, brew thru
High upon my mountain-top, I don't see what you do
cll you do is stay drunk, where the fuck it came from?
fishy, it's every bit truth
Now listen right good while I tell you this tale
How Jonah the prophet got caught by this whale
That whale caught poor Jonah
This is the christmas story as told by my drunk grandpa. Many years ago in hepsaba a child was born to Fred and Doris Ombree he was a very speciel
I stand on the top
Of the high mountain
Three roads of doom
Lies before me
And I must decide
Which road to choose
I'll change in one wink
Or I'll
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
I see the world thru my third eye
I know the whole game fake but wake up and strive
To handle business
I can't keep giving these people my time
Same
And a song in their hearts by and by!
JEAN KAYAK RAISE UP YOUR APPLEJACK,
THE LEG-END, IS ONE-THIRD-HALF TRUE.
THE COLOR IS GOLD AND
WE’RE ALL FEELING BOLD
bag suckers
[Chorus: x2]
I got my locs on cause my eyes are burgundy
And when I get home I don't want the third degree
The verdict be urgently
and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty like Bob Marley
The weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to
Murder in the third
lookin' good for me
You what? You gon' stick with her or me?
Damn girl, you always givin the third degree, you still my
Always keepin me up on my toes
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