Lyrics:
like the parrots
First time I had to cherish
No name brands, still generic
I'll see you someday, take care (take care, care, care)
Sharing blessings
I wanna speak to a manager
I need to speak to a manager
This patty is tough
There's a crack in my cup
And my coffee is colder than Canada
This shit
long day
I feel like dying inside
Feel like driving all night
Home life's kind of fucked
Never dropped me off
Never rolled the window up what?
We're
gotta wear your sister's old clothes
Long as I'm still assistant manager at Kinko's
Cut your hair with scissors and a soup bowl
You ain't gotta pay me,
built for years
Bright yellow school bus fucking up my limbo
Kids bitchin', cussin', flickin' boogers upon my window
Start rolling it down for some air
your heart might just blow
You're kind of uptight at the end of the night
By the door on the couch in your room
So don't crawl out your window tonight
called Zigga
'Cause if you put me inna di bank
I'm a bank manager
You put me inna di bank, I'm a bank manager
You put me inna di bar, I'm a bartender
You
She's so photogenic, pussy lookin' like a relic
But it feels like it's generic, baby, were you just a phony
All depressed and lonely, can't repress
what's the handle?
Don't ask me bout society
Drinking H2O and tryna' cultivate my piety
Forget about generic, on a quest for some variety
Give the game
my future
I don't want it basic
My own manager
Of my life, I'm the king
That's my choice, why not yours
We can all be iconic
(iconic)
But wait! What
he smellin' it
I said "I rolled one up
I won't insult your intelligence
But I threw it out the window half a mile ago"
He asked me when the last
said "I rolled one up
I won't insult your intelligence
But I threw it out the window half a mile ago"
He asked me when the last time I smoke
I said
said "I rolled one up
I won't insult your intelligence
But I threw it out the window half a mile ago"
He asked me when the last time I smoke
I said
mehr Window-Shopper
Fliege nach Malibu (ah), sippe den Lemon-Juice (ah)
Gebe den Rappern Hausarrest, ich mach' nur Daddy-Moves (uh)
Limited Fendi
This is not your business, or your new market bought and sold. This sounds like nothing new, and this generic shit is getting old. You’re cashing in
Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the manager's door
Grooming to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
Lays out her goods
Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the manager's door
Grooming to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
Lays out her goods
a look in those skies
Windows cry, windows cry
Windows cry (yeah, yeah, look) windows cry
Prayed to be gifted and got it from rappin', ain't that
Yeah, uh
Creeping through your window
About to slide in doors
I got niggas throwing kicks
And they throwing bows
She been texting me for weeks
Bitch
friends who got weed that's strong
I need and hockey, ping pong, a mini ramp
Throwing that tramp on a trampoline
(Have you heard the end of the Window
here looking out the window
Find a way to deal with all the problems that I feel are trying to stop us all from where we can go
Why are my thoughts so
Pull up got that rack on me (huh)
Youngin got a stack on him (huh)
Everybody want a little Indo,
Mufucka go and pull up you window,
I be cruisin’
and white flags
Canada
Smart kills
Pamela
All the keys
Janitor
Man I need a manager
Talking it and a nigga walking it
Stamina
I'm tryna get the phantom
Like
come here"
Or the ultimate irony, a guy with a voice box pulling up to the drive
Through window at Mcdonald's, that has to suck, huh?
"Can I help you?",
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