Lyrics:
There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational
He is very inspirational because of many things
I come in at 8:11, and he smiles
can make her understand
Eight minutes flat and he was through the front door
With no sound of no kind
She lived there anymore
Don't do it
There
Yes, so say it.
Another cup of java.
Stinko. Blotto.
Another cup...
Have smelly water.
Drip, drip, drip.
You see me as....
You see me as.... as,
A well known groover, rock 'n' roll user,
Wanted to be a star.
But he failed the blues, and he's back to loser,
Playing folk in a country bar.
A well known groover, rock 'n' roll user,
Wanted to be a star.
But he failed the blues, and he's back to loser,
Playing folk in a country bar.
night
Need your love, need your love
あんな平均的なスタイル
真面目にバスに乗ってく彼
どんな風に恋をしてるだろう
フラれた時はどういう顔
ハデなシャギー jazzy な java type
毎日いるよな いないみたいな
イイ気になってる
to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby
and roll, new TECs and calicos (what?)
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
Eight million
can make her understand
Eight minutes flat and he was through the front door
With no sound of no kind
She lived there anymore
Don't do it
There
Scary future, scary fate
Thought the pain would teach me somehow
But the only thing I figured out
Is life is a-
Hello, user, this is M8, your
like a rollacoster....
Newunya oli yakutonda...
Ne faty boom boom figure eight yakuwunda....
Nofuka sex user.....user...user...
Chorus:
I like your
Thick mama make the d*ck java baby go slow
(Back it up, whine it up, let it go, back it up)
Back it up, whine it up, let it go, back it up (x 8)
Freak
is all totally pimped out
Got people beggin' for my top eight spaces
Yo, I know pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills, but I still wear braces
cover she'd be my long distance lover
And so long as I pay she'll never say we're through
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a 1-900 user and a telephone abuser
a stoner
You never came back
I used to be a user
Now I'm out of stuff
You're a three time loser
You're all fucked up
And I'm crying jailhouse tears
you's the user
Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
The computer from the eight track
Sellin' sex since way back
It's Pimpandho.com
Big Dez is on the beat
Yea fo' show
It's Pimpandho.com
It's where you see
the deep end (deep end)
I'm on a journey to the core
Take me to depths nobody's ever been before
I'm Walter White pulling up in my eighty-eight
the users
the rock the shootas the shots the helckle of cops
the lugers the glocks the cougers
should be in my ox making some lock wit my uma
but instead im
on a journey to the core
Take me to depths nobody's ever been before
I'm Walter White pulling up in my eighty-eight Winnebago
Gonna sunset cruise the coast
full of cash too
Be thrown in tha air
Cause I could take that and spend pair of
M8 gears with the front tips and
The lights in the rear
Use my spare
Java I am the omega
You ain't got game just the beta
It's so nice to flex on a hater
I'm winning bitch go check the data
I need a cover on fader
Got
He ran a blogger at the age of eight and
Stole your passwords from a dark web link
His GitHub's full of teenage snake scripts
My son's so good with
Yeah (Hello user)
(Yeah)
(User, user, I'm a user)
(What the fuck I been smoking on?)
(Gat gat)
Riding around with that gat gat on me
I do you nasty,
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