Lyrics:
Excuse me Mr.
Just take a look around
Oh Mr. just look up
And you will, you will see it comin' down
Excuse me Mr.
But I'm a, I'm a mister too
It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot
And we're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America today
Life
Industries Mr. Mooks
You're at the highest place that you can be in Chuckle City
Well I don't really give a fuck about that
I just want you to sit down
So we
"It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot
Where they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences
Let's listen in America Today"
Life
Mr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocks
And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem
Now here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty
or either in the sky flyin by feelin jetlag
Ya job I respect that, your probably regret that
Ya mad and ya broke I'm laughin where they cash the checks at
Ya
let him know I been waiting
And aww can he please hurry his ass up before I bounce you undadig!
[Chorus]
So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO
You can't look
to lock up my hommies for...... Trippin?
Mr President
I ain't hesitant
I fly this kite up on behalf of...... And my resident
Blue collar taxpayers
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
a Gun Didnt blast it nigga
Pulled up I was laughing nigga
Mad doing dis gladly
Big Ting
I'm smashing nigga
Bitch sing
Mrs Gladis Nigga
Bitch Ring
I'm
[*both talkin*]
Yo, every body get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what we've been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, doin us
Niggas wanna hatin
to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask
Pick up the phone, call up the line
Call up the request line
Call up the line
Call up the request line
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
it back downtown? (When you need a midnight)
Wet up the sheets and put towel down (oh, when you need a midnight lover)
Halfway out my draws, baby
act
Or who witness it
Cannot help but believe that such confidence
Is real and justified they
Respond instinctively by backing up, by
Getting out
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
Excuse me Mr. Cadillac
I heard you beat the devil
Shooting angles
Drawing chalk outlines
Downtown by the laundromat
Said you left him shaking
Made
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
'round (yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be riding up in the high rise elevator? (Yeah,
paradise
Mr. and Mrs. Ham they were headed back home
They'd packed up their clubs in their convertible
Drove it real fast down a suburban road
Laughing
Slept a hundred days, just wakin' up
Need a brick, just break it up
Break it down, then take the cut
We shave around like a taper cut
I weigh
finally extinguished.
Mr. Stranger, aka The Bone Man, goes to Dublin
Space. Time. Rhythm. Static. Kinetic. Truth. What is truth?
Silence. Do you know?
late to my first class
I'd much rather sit up in first class
Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash
Was it experience so nah I didn't
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