Lyrics:
losers,
And guitars get chicks and,
Now when I feel like a loser,
I take this out and sing wonderwall by oasis.
I play mostly covers,
Cat stevens
A mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a lover, a son, a daughter
Shall not, shall not fade
Shall not fade
Your ancestors salute you
And the gods
the cops getting dropped by the gunshot
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed
Hi Dante I call you yesterday to say happy birthday
I'm callin' you back happy belated birthday
It's your grandma talk to you later bye
Uh
I was
to none
Next to none
Mother's standing in the kitchen
Cheap radio's playing the new Coldplay
It doesn't seem to bug her
Even though it is the soundtrack
fucking grandfather
I'm calling you nothing
But a mother fucking follower
Of the Messiah wrong fucking category
I'm a cat do the shit extra fucking gory
a spastic-ass crack-addict claiming to take his last hit
Your blue balls fit firmly in the cock-pit, of all your dog-shit bought by the public
But not me bitch
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, B-Y, Na-Na-Na-Nature
Not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip and fold backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick
Are you my mother
Am I a kitty cat
You are my mother
And I'm proud of that
Are you my mother
Am I a puppy dog
You are my mother
You help me move
I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath
When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints
step by step, walkin through the, twentieth
century,
better cash it
Got a satchel? Flash it, I'ma take your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback
to see your Earth cry” (Meaning to see your mother, wife or girlfriend cry); (9) “Cloud of smoke, watching dreams go by”; (wasted dreams, or dying through
the birds chime in like good job!
And I'll be like thanks dog, keep chirping!
It's a Wild World Cat Stevens live your purpose
That's a gift and a curse, cuz
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
nigga, just pay your dues nigga
Respect my mother fucking style of rap
Murder your mic and your unborn child
This ain't wild just how niggas living
clout
I know after Steph that I went off the deep end
I couldn't get over that we were now pretense
I'm on my Cat Stevens "The First Cuts The Deepest"
I'm
brains to work as hard
As your sweat
Pause
For a second
Something else is playing on myspace
Full of videos
Get used to seeing my face
Off
Like phone, car
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins]
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my
thunder shit, greedy niggas want more
Run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback
It's a dangerous game, come strong or get your skull cracked
mother dies
Traumatized by my replies to
Dumb fucks with knives
Hyde's rotten, disdainful, sick
And plotting to maim you
It's hot and painful when you're
know what classy means
And I know that you are not
Sittin' there in your fast cars
Windows down bad songs blastin' out
Cat calls, but you don't know my
your mother who raised you
until the blood bath is selfless
until the lips are pale white
you are weaned
I don't think the time has gone by
find
that'll spazz out
Spazz out choppa get the popping blow ya mother fuckin mind out
Mind out i'll pull up in that black truck and i'll wild out
Wild out open
Since his childhood he's a spot of bother
Raped and abused by his drunk stepfather
The looks of a lamb, but the mind of a shark
He'd rip your
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