Lyrics:
shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
selfish
Held closely by a stranger
Father dear (I know you want to touch me)
Well if you hear me (you know you want to touch me)
I said father dear
doe
Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N. B. A. style, fantastic
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed
observations of a crow
Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he's Louie the flea
He's married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee
When they scream
of what you ain't
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got evidence
Well, I've been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk
Sailing around
With friends by my side
I could read their lives on their skin
and walking on glass as he is clearing his tomb.
Yeah, nevertheless, there's no money, said the kid. "eh well, half-price hookers are watching the Mast,
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
ads
Said, "take karate from Lee Hung Chow
Man, make your first appointment now
This course is guaranteed to make you bad"
Well, the next day I
What was said from lookers-on
They could see John's jaw was gone
Ring a bell, say farewell
I'm not too long on this earth
Fare-the-well that sound's my
of this town
And I was poking around John Wegner's old bootleg shack
Found me some pictures and papers and a big stack of cash
So I've been rambling this
passers by
I'm agonna miss the Dear John Letter Lounge
And that fly by night life
Chorus:
Old Ira's tendin' bar right now
Probably wonderin' where I am
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
look down at my meat
I become an abuser
as twitch says I'm now a coomer
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oh well that is super ,wearing more white than a star
trooper, she
Despite what you look like
I'm sure you're not a hooker
You said to your boyfriend
Well he's got some pretty sick frisbee skills
You said to your
gal been gone
She's a little bitty girl
And they call her Vita Lee
She's a little bitty girl
And they call her Vita Lee
Well, the poor girl's gone
But
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
is a warrior
Always by your side
She is fearless
‘Coz she can never die
She’s Athena
Always in her spell
Whey haul away a-Well, well, well
So let
A noble fleet of whalers
Went sailing from Dundee
Well manned by British sailors
To work upon the sea
On a western ocean passage
None can but can
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
Jump into the Chevy, hit the dashboard, get the mask
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
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