Lyrics:
let's talk about
We already talked about
Now we're talking about
Talking about talking about talking about it
To be fair, I think I said that I wanted
idea of all the
Gear things in store for us it
All happened really when Please
Please Me became
A number one hit, and after that, well cor'
The blimeys,
when I'm hintin' an sublim'n em
Open up let it air let it
Flow
What's left to talk about, weed or money or haters or chronic or cash
Oh my god u said
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
To what the hell did I care
My old man and his gray hair
Thought about the road I chose
Twenty years ago
"Well I left as fast as the leaves fell that
yeah yeah
Know about love
I feel all right now
Feel all right yeah yeah yeah
Well walks like love
Well talks like love all right
chorus
homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung
I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie even if they tell
Sweet lullabies that come with a smell
was coming."
Richie: "That's ok. So, about the dance. Do you wanna meet
Samantha: "Umm, well my brother gets the car on Friday nights."
Richie: "Well
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Meet me on the wastelands - later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colorless place
Meet me on the wastelands - later this day
We'll sit and talk and hold hands maybe
For there's not much else to do in this drab and colorless place
the soul, I'm well invested with my time, you see that hurts the most,
I never planned to be apart, we always kicked it like a football,
playin two on two
this earth
Played with skirts, always alert
Shirt me if you want to shirt me, I conserve
Energy that's been burnt
Take your turn, I earn, dollar by
insane
Let's talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR
And so you kissed a little sailor
Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production:
Who had
when we'll get a truce
Tell me when you'll hear my truth
Written By: Joseph Richard Jackson II
to me it's not
Many people who know how
To hit those registers and riffs
That I love me
And Frank talk about it all the time
It's few people like Kim
man I feel fresh and cool and you
Do you need some friends?
Well use me by a tool but after that you should know
Most of them were my GF so fuck this
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
[Intro: Richard Parkes]
Well
Sharing emotions is
Ya know, it's about vulnerability so you, you're
Expressing something
That in general, we've been
yourself or
Dream about whatever I say just by the way I
Say it, It's mad
Words, vibrations, they can create
And they can also destroy
Ayy, well lemme
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