Lyrics:
oak, no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
Now I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say a one, two
(One, two, three, four)
Troubled
BE MY LIFE'S COMPANION
Writers Milton DeLugg, Bob Hilliard
Want no silver threads among the gold. Want no silver threads among the gold. Want no
don't need that neither!
And we'll prolly never find the truth
And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth
And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit
and gaudy link jewels Ain't no copy click views
Text or floppy disc tools
Jevi hockey rink cool
Since a toddler in youth
Spitting proper in booth
Getting
a super man con la cripton tu cartel es de sapos a lo milton y celebramos en la swet del hilton, dime dime quien se la bebe si cuando ahi q montarse se
and B&H Superkings
Rushed back to the car so I don't miss my shift
Off to Milton Keynes, Junction 13
Work at Magna Park gotta park at Fen Street
Poured up
the flossin'
Not no option, how I'm rockin' (word)
All this ice on like it's hockey (burr)
Call me papi, bitch, suck me sloppy (papi)
Feed me, fuck me, take
people's skill
Yet we seek it still, the Mahabharata
Virgil, Milton, Lucretius
The epic of Sundjata
Gilgamesh Committed coffin text, yeah
It's the blind bard
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
S.O.A.D., live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot
Blaow, how
dress
Out on the hockey field
Then into the shower where all is revealed
The girls stood around, as the water ran down
Hands cover over my chest
youth festival ਵੇਖ਼ੇ ਅਸੀਂ ਕੱਠੇਯਾ
Hockey ਦੀ ground ਕੋਲੇ bench ਉੱਤੇ ਬੈਠਿਆਂ
Hockey ਦੀ ground ਕੋਲੇ bench ਉੱਤੇ ਬੈਠਿਆਂ
ਉਏ ਖ਼ੌਰੇ , ਉਏ ਖ਼ੌਰੇ ਜੱਫੀ ਹੀ ਪੈ ਜਾਂਦੀ
ਕੈਰਾਂ
They stole my youth from me, that's the truth
I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
"And then one thing led
They stole my youth from me, that's the truth
I'd forsake my teachers to go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
"And then one thing led
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
a real version, they don't make 'em like that
Never had to get the youth to relate for the bag
And since they smarter than us, they know Nas was once
hockey rules
For keith murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like dice in yahtzee fool!
I "just do it" like nike, outta 'bama
With ten kids
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
of religion.
I’m too legitimate can’t no-one stop me.
Chasen’ a check like a puck and it’s hockey.
Confident nigga they say that I’m cocky.
Shit on these niggas
[Chorus]
This is a warning fe each and everyone
You have fe no bout the AIDS upon the island
This is a warning fe all the youth them
Listen
impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off
thats what they told us
Was good for the youth
I'm a baby Larry Hoover (alright)
I bless her, hallelujah
Im fucking her every day
I'm dogging her out
Yo, um, yo oh-so-cocky, you can't stop me
In this old Versace
Nigga watch me in the streets
Like it's roller hockey
Your bitch is floppy
Givin'
hockey got a hunch
Colonel Mustard get a clue
It was obviously you
You did it with the gun
Around the world
And now it's blew
So what if it's all true
I’m a piece of art
No peace or war simply I’m just a piece of God
Not cocky, but I been cold like hockey
I just need a glass of liquor ASAP on the rocky
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