Lyrics:
#1: It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a
simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not
carry a 1 pound coconut.
ARTHUR:
a dog
Someone turn
The fucking fucker radio off
I'm sick of the spew
Of parliamentary news
And questions being answered
To make you confused
Well I don't
realise what you're saying?
You're supporting every move they make
Holding the parliamentary system up, they rise, the powerful elite
There is no
QUESTION:
Prime Minister, at a time when our economy is fighting to stay afloat, families are struggling to put food on the table, and benefits have
understand why they try to shame her for the things European girls buy
Trying to imitate, but you can't replicate knowing she the prototype
They gon' keep
that you showing?
Are you Children of the Corn?
We divided but not torn
All these questions that were formed
Are you scared to take a form?
We need
you dismiss her
What is pure? Who is pure?
Is it European? I ain't sure
If the whole world was to come through peace and love
Then what would we be
a question of where he grips
It! It's a simple question of
Weight ratios! A five ounce bird could
Not carry a one pound coconut
Well, it doesn't matter will
The question in full - and unaltered - was - and I quote
Should the United Kingdom remain
A member of the European Union
Or leave
The European Union
It was
The question in full - and unaltered - was - and I quote
Should the United Kingdom remain
A member of the European Union
Or leave the European Union?
It was
The question in full - and unaltered - was - and I quote
Should the United Kingdom
Remain
c member of the European Union?
Or leave
The European Union?
It was
why did you do it?
Were some people raising questions
About the male pronouns in a
Few of the songs?
Frank Ocean: I had Skyped into a
Listening session
know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean
European whips"
God sent me to break the chain
I'm the true and livin'
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
A stain on the white suit,
And the Europeans and the Asians and Australians
It's not just race we're all in this together!
Lets play a game of jeopardy what's the question?
Social Medicines
wouldn't ever fly
European sky
They say seein' is believin'
Well, I don't see angel nor demon
I demand explanation, the pastor says, "For what reason?"
saying whack words
No power to (durhust) just a few yes men
Raising the question of who gave you a contract
They should be fired you're officially
The feds coming in the spot grab the dope get rid of it.
Wherever they ask me them questions I don't tell them shit
I been through so many situations
question
So many times it could have gone so wrong
Asking myself how long should I hold on
On the way to the top you will be tested
And it's lonely
you dismiss her
what is pure? who is pure?
is it european state of being, i'm not sure
if the whole world was to come
thru peace and love
then what
At the dealership, I think I want a new 'Benz
I'm with some European hoes
They speakin' French
And that money be blowin'
Thought I had a fan
That money look good, I'ma
a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that's how we be movin'
didn't want to go to church I wanted to get me some dough
Or a European Chevy with a matching vogue
They say I'm madeful ungrateful 'cause I ain't faithful
passion in your sleep
Like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole plan
To conquer territories like Europeans who stole land
The future of your whole
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