Lyrics:
go to his office,
Mix with his workmates.
And if they ask any questions
I shall say I'm doing research for one of my songs.
Norm and and I are
You can be what you want
Just got to put your mind to it
You can be what you want
Got to research blueprint and make a design to it
Don't let nobody
become Norman
I shall go to his office, mix with his workmates
And if they ask any questions
I shall say, "I'm doing research for one of my songs"
But first you gotta get some self care, put your needs first
Now I’m seeking some suggestions guess I’ll do some research
So now I’m doing some self
treason's the reason
Corrupt politicians elected to government office in all regions
We blindly trust the billionaire elite political class to our detriment
You don't understand
This is not what you think it is
You don't get it, man
You want to boil it down to show biz
Your in-depth research
office hours all day though
I'm from the hood that started the "Yerr"
Go and check and do your research, I started the surge
That big necklace shit
Boris
I sold more boxes than the post-office
Twenty-one in jail, it turned me so solid
Why you think my vision sick, I changed the game in my brain
I'll be right back
The girls don't like the job!
Cutback on time
Employees research files, tryin to find my styles
Sippin' on a glass
Welcome to the office of Dr. Mad Mike Millla
Thanks but, about that though
How should I address you
Man look everyone calls me Dr. Mad
Just Dr. Mad
Dr. Mad
things it just evolves
A puppet figure in the office y’all it all revolves
Checks and balances ain’t nothing if you don’t tip the scale
To think your voice
swear lacks their involvement
Or an experiment done by the chemical-biological warfare department
Research and production paid for by the pentagon's black
my joints are fuckin weak
Near the start of eighth grade mom was doin some research to find out what is wrong with me and why my brain always hurts
The door locks, seemingly for the last time
Keys taken off the key-ring and placed in a safe
In an office, some other place far away
While stacks
he had a whack at her big fat tits
It's a myth, of course, but young boys believe this
The following scene takes place in the office of administration
remix, i know one finna hit
you fuckin' with a boss, yeah I really do boss shit
Better wanna shop when you walk in my office
If we ain't talkin'
I wish to utilize my research to save humanity
I suppose that would be the desire I hold dearest
All I need is some counseling
My mental regression
of office sneaks
Yeah I bought that for my chick
I love
My babymother
Then again
Fuck that bitch
She hate me
Because her mom
And her dad
He ain't shit
I'm
gain and you know we profiteering
Too many insider trades on the street from what I'm hearing
I do my own research ain't no racketeering
Uh, I'm self
Man sometimes
The questions are dumb
Ayo did you Google that
Did you riddle the internet
Yo it's rad this new fad
Research at your fingertips
Hit
I'm wanking in the baker's queue
I'm wanking in the post office
And all around the zoo
On the double-decker bus
The people turn to me and smile
To see
Line up the beam and then burn they shit
I'm in your feed so you lurking pics
Wine and the weed that's a perfect fit
No pipe and no dreaming research
halitosis, I'm Listerine
I'm HAL-9000 you're a fucking printer
Taking up all that office space
I'm ready at bat, aiming at your face
All you got won't bring
Look, I was going to go easy on you, like Obama has done with ISIS
But uh, I need to get back into the Oval Office
(I did not have sexual relations
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