Lyrics:
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool
He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow
He's been playin'
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool
He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow
He's been playin' two
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle-playing fool
A backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow
Been playing two days
GARY COLEMAN
Right now you are
down and out and
feeling really crappy
NICKY
I'll say.
GARY COLEMAN
And when I see how
sad you are
it
Princeton:
There's a plan going down and there's only
one paracute. And there's a rabbi, a priest...
Kate Monster:
And a black guy!
Gary Coleman:
Whatchoo
going down and there's only one parachute.
And there's a rabbi, a priest...
KATE MONSTER
... and a BLACK guy!
GARY COLEMAN
Whatchoo talkin' about
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots,
Gary Coleman:
Hey boys, what's the hat for?
Nicky:
Ooh, we're collecting money!
Princeton:
It's for Kate! We're raising money to help build her dream
touched me like this
before - you can't put your finger there -
OOH! PUT YOUR FINGER THERE!
Both:
Oh, yeah!
Gary Coleman:
You can be as loud as
The hell
to throw a brawl
Over a broad in overalls
Coleman's so appalling
I'm pushing friends away
With no apology
I guess they gotta see my toxicity
I promise if I
helping yourself!
(spoken)
[GARY COLEMAN]
Hey boys, what's the hat for?
[NICKY]
Ooh, we're collecting money!
[PRINCETON]
It's for Kate! We're
Some people want to know what
He wants to do
All he can say is whatchu talking about
He can do anything if he puts his
Mind to it
Coleman it's time
GARY!!
[Gary Coleman]
I'm coming! I'm coming!
[Princeton]
Oh my God it's Gary Coleman!
[Gary Coleman]
Yes I am!
I'm Gary Coleman,
From TVs different
SLA
Yeah boy
Hey
Toujours à l'heure
Check les minutes sur ma Coleman
J'take mes tirs, call it bucket, comme Michael, man
Ma commande, très commode
Серебряная импала шестьдесят седьмого
Запампило грудные, я как Ronnie Coleman
Много денег, банкоматы, в сейфе нала тонны
Трубка на прослушке, рэп ща
on Coleman with the killers robbers crackheads and the villains
He ain't did nothing to nobody that lil boy is a civilian
Money drugs and murder all I know
(they dive under the covers. Lights up on Gary Coleman who's listening in)
(sung)
GARY COLEMAN
You can be as loud as
The hell you want
When you're
best when it comes down to work
We know that it's hard for the people to see
We don't care about the perception of the family tree
The Coleman's are
of 1899
when T.C. Dupont crawled up the Brandywine
Now Thomas Coleman, started as a coal man
In the mines in Kentucky with his old man
joined whole fam,
some booty pics from fucking Coleman Werts
COLEMAN: Bro that wasn’t even like fucking me man
SEAN: I take dick just to lighten this burden
GRITLORD: I
(Are you really this far off?)
I wanna follow my heart
But I don't know where to start
Coleman
Are you really this far off?
Coleman
I think I'm
to grill an ass like Gary Coleman
Put my big toe in your pussy bitch
I call that shit a toe job
I ain't even fuckin' started yet
You witnessing
Newcomer:
What do you do
With a B.A. in English?
Oh, look! A "for rent" sign!
Oh, my God! You're Gary Coleman!
Gary Coleman:
Yes, I am!
Newcomer:
Say, can
Gary Coleman different strokes
I was just tired being fucking broke
Niggas still take me as a fucking joke
Until they figured
Murder all she fucking
.jpg/214px-Composer_Cy_coleman_(32841370298).jpg "Cy Coleman")
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