Lyrics:
I smoke blunt a day just
To keep my demons away
Lil baby call my phone and
She be like X you okay?, well
If Cole was to judge
He would think I'm
Fensalir, the fateful deed
Wit ye further or how?
Where Heimdall's horn is hid she knows
Hung from Yggdrasil the secrets lay
Wit from Mimir's well I sow
'cause I got you hung
Got the feeling that you wanted now how could be wrong
All night long we'll be dancing cheek to cheek
But yo' don't say nothing I
goddamn great,
I'm lookin for the man with a dead grin on his face. Oh no, no.
I see him down by the bar with some other fiend,
Drinkin' like they going
Back when I got paid by flippin'
Now my card ain't got no limit
Ain't reflected in a minute I been busy livin'
Still respected in my city
Rockin'
do favors
I'm like world peace, I'd rather throw haymakers
Touch me one time, you'll be surrounded by lasers
They all sharpshooters like they playin'
it and Poseidon
To gather up all the water in the ocean
But we'll save it for another conversation
I been whippin' ass like a fuckin' dominatrix
for school it's 7am
Do I get up or lay in my bed?
Turn on the light, open my phone
Man I should pray, nah
Instead I go on a run
Run in the dark and I
myself a wealthy man
By sharing your company
I like cooking dinners
In our tiny kitchen
I like morning joe on the balcony
I like it when the weather
Leaves
goddamn great,
I'm lookin for the man with a dead grin on his face. Oh no, no.
I see him down by the bar with some other fiend,
Drinkin' like they going
stay by my side
And we'll be alright
Ayy
Tonight
You and I
We gone light it up
Tonight tonight
You and I you and I
We gone paint the town red
She is
Hey Louis...
Yeah?
Is that you?
Yes yes
Oh, I'm Scatman John. Would you like to sing a song, man?
Well,sure could
Look out! 1, 2, 3, 4...
Burl Ives - John Hardy
John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line
You ought
John Hardy was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line
You ought a seen John Hardy
sells a lot)
Peanuts
If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy ache)
You'll taste
and hot)
Peanuts (he sells a lot)
Peanuts
If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy
kill
All they do is grill
I just keep posting up with my homies
Man we got different blood
But you know we fam
Living my life till the fullest
By keeping
I just popped the B man,
I got that OJ and that weed, time to take flight
Richy might be on that lean mixed with that sprite
They got me rollin,
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many
Been in last place got the blue shell
Spent a lot of days taking new L's
Seem like everyday was a new hell
Momma always said I would do well
Never gave
a white man
I'll talk to you later, peace
Damn, the dickhead blues
When your time becomes somebody else's refuge
Damn the dickhead blues
Make
a bottle of Prozac blues
Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved off my head
By the time I realized what I had done I was already dead
I went to see
the way my mama been treatin' me
He must be rootin' alright
Lord have mercy.
Well, I ain't no cheatin' man
Don't try to fool no girls
I ain't no cheatin'
Can we go for a ride in the Marquis 69
Front two windows shattered
It doesn't matter
I got my best friend by my side
You and I, we'll drive
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