Lyrics:
it, but it
Looks like he clearly let it
Go before the buzzer, and the Celtics
Will take a 3-0 lead in
This best of 7 series
Big play by Paul Pierce
Bringin a gun to a knife fight will get you killed
Walkin out the back door
Morals and rules only exist in the street
And the bids to buy them are
dandelion wine
Brother, I'm as free as a honeybee
In a summertime frame of mind
And when my man comes around
Oh, I know he's gonna bring me down
But for
who thought he could buy the beauty of the Duchess of Seville
Every man there wanted her, but no-one dared to dance
Until she caught my lover's eye
who thought he could buy the beauty of the Duchess of Seville
Every man there wanted her, but no-one dared to dance
Until she caught my lover's eye
abandoned children will barge in and break both of my knees
Please buy my shit you'll really help a starving Jonah
Mmm thinking of starving kids just gave me
A lot on my plate
This is my thanks!
Cheers by the lake
Cheers to being great!
Got em' irate
I take that as a compliment
It's funny they don't see my
Who did tell you say me did ready
You made up yuh mind but let me tell yuh I'm not ready yet
Try to work and fix a couple things
Try to spruce it up
said you need me even though i'm an asshole.
Lately I don't get enough sleep. The bags by my eyes can carry my groceries. I drink wine just to feel
the Alps, lived only on apricots
Picked by the side of the road.
In Vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only French
But mostly bickered.
They fed
will get blown
Never fear at that man, They were raised by a man
meh father was a shotta.
So we bond as one.
They come up with a truth, and I seen what
black van
Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman
Who gives a fuck if it's our brawl
Cuz my dog got the windows from the 24-Hour slawg
I'm
he can screw
He hires puppets who will kiss his ass
His zombie yes man from Goldman shacks
Doesn't roll up his sleeves or show leadership
He's
this life and go to start another one
Hell for sale!
Come down you won't believe it
Hell for sale!
You can buy it
Hell for sale!
I know you won't
girls in their tight shorts
In Malecon see me cruising to go to the club
And sudedly i spot some chicks who are hot
I stop and tell them yeah to hop in
I'm a
Mullet-wearing
Pistol bearing
Hick who will kill anybody
Bitch, don't look up
Bitch, stop staring
Don't you fucking
Don't come near me
People
that is all that matters
He sees a cat he knows so well
Now sleeping on a bench together
A woman waiting by herself, selling flowers
"Please buy
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