Lyrics:
cause that’s the law/ I got canned on a conference call
Bridge
Worked from home during COVID/ Still had a good time
Here’s the email with the number/
Can't no bitch with no bills on her list
Tell me how to run my agenda
Who are these dudes still
Yelling from their rooms
Staying home with their
no more, y'all on your con shit
The fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference
Ain't
and sweat and tears is all i know
Its bout time i bring it home
Keep them autos in my zone
Barking loud for all my dawgs behind the wall
Kamala wrong man let
He hits his knees
And says God bless Miss Sommersby
Lord it's hard to live alone
And Marianna Thompson
Wants her daddy back at home
And Mr. Nelson
won't be old Mohammed that's calling us Home
And it won't be Hare Krishna that plays that trumpet tune
And we're going to see The Son not Reverend Moon!
on that conference, say fuck the police
I told that lil bitch to get down in her knees
She told me she's tryna get freaky with me (Fuck)
I fuck from
My cousin's gettin' married at the Methodist church
That's why I stayed home from work
I'm supposed to hold the flowers
When the new bride kisses
of Phoenix
They had hand me downs
From the Methodist church
The kitchens clean
But did you practice your verse
Can you hear the hound dogs
They are crying out
to blow
I aim at domes like Double-Oh-Seven, Nintendo 64
James Bond style, secret agent calm bomb threat
Cali merchant, methodist keepin your pom-pom's
ended
My race is almost run
My warfare will soon be ended
And I'm coming home
You can rebuke me all you want to
I'm travelling home to God
I'm
miss home, Cali is business but man it's pretty
I ain't lying y'all, monster for money for mine y'all
If I wasn't getting money, I'd do time dog
You'd
coin, wrappers, collecting all the loose change we could possibly find in our home, praying that we could make rent and pay our utilities for the month.
switched it for a Miele
'Cause I'm richer, and prior to this shit was movin' freebase
Had a conference with the DJ's (yeah), Puerto Rico three-days
Poli'
Let's let each other live.
We land to our heroes welcome,
Let the press conference begin.
So to recap,
Point 1:
Some man, with issues, tried
tough.
The people found the going rough.
Still nobody who was anybody believed it.
Everybody who anybody they stayed at home.
But Lewis and Clarke
ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie lookalikes
blood
It soaked her wallet picture that cold night
Well I told my best friend Charley I would kiss his girl goodbye
He made me promise I'd go home
our existence can be defined
Meanwhile on the shores of parallel
There may be a holy conference held somewhere
Discussing all mankind
Maybe we are
And business men in button downs
Press into conference rooms
Battalions of paper-minded males
Talking commodities and sales
While at home their paper wives
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