Lyrics:
never get laid
He finished up and he started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar
He said "now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you
never get laid
He finished up and he started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar
He said "now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you
never get laid
He finished up and he started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar
He said "Now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you
ever get stuck
Have you got my back if I run out of luck
Be by my side till my time is up
Imma be there if you ever get stuck
Are you laid up with me
correct shit
'Cause the first thing he asked is who gotta get hit
A shoot out in 89 fucked up how he walk
He a grimey ass nigga, you see how he talk
Should
You know man
Somebody told me that (laugh)
Dying is easy, Living is hard
Laid back, thinking 'bout life
Hoping for better days I'm trying
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet
I got a secret for you
Something you'll never find
That only I can show you
Yeah, that one of a kind
Don't wait 'til night approaches
Just open
a permanent thing, got in this pickle cus I'm fucking high, gotta eat a whole horse after some time, yo, no talking from the back seat, if you want some
My mom is on prozac and she laughs a lot
Remember when I was a boy, she begged my dad a lot
I laid aside their bed, she cried her head off, I asked
Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished
far
Did not appreciate the little things that I had
I trusted society but it never had my back
See I'm the type to spit facts, observe and evaluate
If
underneath
the high window that backs out of MATTHIAS' house, the revolutionary HQ.
BORING PROPHET
And there shall in that time be rumours of things going
Laughin' at ya (ha)
Funk used to be a bad word
(sung by the group
Interspersed with stuff from
George and others)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger
have to do they job
Get out and beat them feet then meet me by the mall
You scared not at all
We fled made a call
Kind of cold cause of fall
Broke
did it back then
He can do the same thing for me Oh Jesus
Jesus he's some kind of man
Jesus he's some kind of man
Jesus he's some kind of man
Jesus he's
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
So many of my people laid down in the dirt
Not all of them in caskets
Some were thrown in a river
Full of alligators
Some were burnt by petrol
From
And three young girls who cried
The West coast is falling,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool.
He said: with
And three young girls who cried
The West coast is falling,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool.
He said: with
I be in my red car laid back ridin' slow
Weed in the dash ain't nobody know
Spendin' this cash got it for the low
Smokin' on grass movin' kind
impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same trying to get your instant messenger name
But the fact you hit me back made me smile
You must
Naleac, you got this
Laid-back, I be laid-back, yeah I'm feeling new
Money comin' in, you in the way, I told that bitch to move
Fuck that friendly
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