Lyrics:
Dreaming back in time
Of the day we met by the sea
I'm glad I don't regret any day
Where I can call you
My Kumquat Lady
My Kumquat Lady
Don't be hazy, oh I
Look at the pigeon talk look at the way they walk walk
While they stopping they looking they flock flock
They crowding they flapping they kumquats
Kumquat
Comme quoi
On
Fait ce qu'on veut tu l'vois bien
Sur 4
Sur 7
Temps
On fait ça l'air de rien
On appartient
À aucun
Clan
On aime quand tout
I ain't been anywhere, Joe
I didn't want to go, so
I guess I'll never know, Joe
An old stick in the mud, Bud
I ain't been anywhere
Kumquat
not
Hole in my chest 'bout the size of a Kumquat
I know who shot me 'cause I shot them
But who set me up? I ain't trippin' but
They think they
can do.
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone.
Have a kumquat, have two!
Everybody give a cheer.
Santa Claus is sitting here.
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
of a Kumquat
I know who shot me cause I shot them
But who set me up? I ain't tripping but
(I wanna know)
They think they know me
But they do not know me
'Cause
a kumquat, have two!
Everybody give a cheer.
Santa Claus is sitting here.
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll.
Tell me any little thing
the whole neighborhood to a party on my block
Rock a booty, juicier than a kumquat
Boyfriend mean mugging, little buddy, fuck off
Now take your shoes off
beaks, shocks
(Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating)
Tornados, crockpots, kumquats, baseballs, plants both big and small
Oysters,
a joke?
I'll have June recite a poem
Have a lychee, Mr. Goldstone
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone
Have a kumquat
Pickin' fruit off of a kumquat
Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot
Light upon my innervision searchin' for an answer
Heredetory,
Denver
Firefloodin' on my field
Asshole's so dumb he wouldn't know a pisspot from a kumquat
God, he could cost me a thousand barrels a day out of that
passent-elles?
Chérubins inoculés
Retouchez-moi les ailes
Ça rime aquarelles
Ça rime aquarelles
Suzy Kumquat
Dort entre deux nattes
Se réveille au
all my books
We might get some chooks
Hills hoist for my clothes
And a clean kitchen stove
Kumquat tree
Make some jam for you and me
This garden has
Just did 100 chaturanga push-ups
Bouta do 200 deep-thrust squats
Did i say squats
I meant to say eat 200 kumquats
Coconut pineapple
Ha what
Aye keep
raid 'cause that mosquito won't get out
So I slap it, to make that bitch come out
Yeah, you're a kumquat, 'cause when that bitch comes in, she wants
Flappy
Flautist
Foaming
Free Willy
Fricatives
Fruity
Girth
Gooey
Homo Erectus
Humpback
Joystick
Juices
Kumquat
Lingual
Bi-lingual
Mana cum
me top like food containers
Hmm
In that hot box give her kumquat from fridgerators
Yuh
You cannot ride on my wave. ayy
Like you must be crazy eight.
if I give a hell
I probably do not, too hot, 2Pac, Biggie, and Andre
Not your typical rapper stick to the mundane
Dumb bass leave your kumquat concaved
Deadshot
Like a DC character and what not
But I'm bearing ultimate fruits like a kumquat
You dumb cocks
Watched the curve of the earth
From the summit of a seesaw
Roundabout when you slide out of view
Like the segment of a kumquat
Or tangerine,
just the thing for you
A lockdown and you'll never be passing through
Kumquats just to show you care
Make a honeypot and lure in all the bears
Lately,
ain’t say over there , I said I’m over here
Teardrops , from my eye I had a gumdrop ,
Kumquat . As a kid probably slept with her on my cott . I need that
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