Lyrics:
Stop, look, listen hard
This is why I needed a library card
Fear finds 'em knocking about
Driver, there's a metaphor trying to get out
John Woo
John Woo,
thinking I want to be rapper
Not a criminal
So make sure that I focus
And just block our my peripheral
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't
The Law Library saga now continues
The Nacirema Dream version
As promised, yuh
You used to get a year for a gun, they increasing the math
me see what color you got boo, I got that beige
I see y'all from the peripherals? Ladies far right from the stage
I'm thirty-three, I look twenty-six
driver
Cause' I rather crawl than to play along with some kind of freemasonry
Late night hours, searching for some lover
Gotta ease the pain while
Hop in eighty-five, roll with me (oh-oh)
When I used to slide
I used to call car eighty-five
Don't want no other driver on the job (nah)
Only car
you're hired
A cook, a streamer, delivery driver, plastic surgeon or doctor for hire
Taking out trash or fight in house fires, or anything else that
(take em with me!)
Leg leaking Every second Feel Borrowed!
(Come and get me!)
The Peripheral I see my nigga Thuro
(Oh it’s on!)
Cannon flashing Op
Peered to the left
Pretending you're just out of my peripheral
Seatbelt across your chest
Going back in time would be so wonderful
You always sat
flies like Emmet Brown was in the driver's seat
You talk of irony
Well now I'm lonely
But I'm searching for my privacy
This life won't comply with me
I
flies like Emmet Brown was in the driver's seat
You talk of irony
Well now I'm lonely
But I'm searching for my privacy
This life won't comply with me
I
"It's my way or the subway..", the taxi driver said
But I had a king's hangover the size of an elephant's head
"...so you can either spend your
to the library
Quit the smart talk
It's winter pattern up
Winners are thinkers
Get together with the sisters and share thoughts
Mandem your student loans are for
done
So I toss the elephants away in a drawer
These signals from home can't help me anymore
I remember days in the library
You reading silent right next
TV Scan Lines when i smoke
Neon lights every where i go
Night call plays when i walk slow
My driver got a golden scorpio
He don't talk much when we
This goes out to the scientists, and the front line workers, grocery store workers, bus drivers, teachers, mail carriers, child carers and every kind
Millions dying the death by fire
Flames and smoke swallowing them whole
Libraries, churches, synagogues, temples
From candles, oil lamps, gaslight
Niggas thought, niggas pretending smart
I been big head sheen brain back before Hazel Park
Before the streetlights dark
Library bound walks as a yute
on purple
Gripping Laura's ass can't get to verbal
Third eye peaking through the skirt that she in
Start laughing until I Skrt what we in
Designated driver
Riding on the bus making sure
They hear my shit
Bus driver told me to "turn it down"
Heisman that ho like Michael Vick
Press play and dip, feel like I got
no sound
You won't hear
Started from the bottom jaise Gaitonde
Bajay ya Karachi say Bombay!
Track pay letay ya rapper ab aundhay
Mai locomotive driver
the Full Digital clbum
cbout
Volunteer at a library. Donate your gently used furniture. Plant a tree.
Lyrics
I went down on an ice cream truck driver
In
holds the record for being the most stolen book in the public libraries
Butterflies taste with their feet
5% of the population is gay
The worlds
works on their tongue
The 'Guinness Book Of Records' holds the record
For being the most stolen book in public libraries
Butterflies taste with their
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