Lyrics:
they small like phil and Lill
small to me
And I don't dig y'all niggas
So stop callin' me
This ain't a peace sign bitch
It mean two to ya head
You know I'm quick to hit ya partna in
EVILGIANE era
Goner
Wait, pressure
I really came with the pressure (Damn)
They sayin' young Phil next up (What)
Niggas be hatin', whatever
(Damn,
year old.
Don't it make you feel low, Joe
Don't it make you feel mean. Gene
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself
Don't it make you feel small
Rollie, uh
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
At prices never too small
Hey man
Isn't it a pity
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hey man
I'll keep laughing it off
And laughing
I wonder if you love me
Tell me that it's real
And if I was to fall again
Would you still be right here
I need that pity love
But this ain't Dr. Phil
shit, roll around like a bandit
Shoot the stick till he horrified
Ain't no games till you glorified
Small time on either local side
Finna take this shit
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call 'em tadpoles
You wake up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call 'em tadpoles
You wake up
DAMN SMALL TOWN
KURT ALISON
WADE KIRBY
PHIL O'DONNELL
V 1
I USED TO THINK TWO STREET LIGHTS WERE JUST ENOUGH
WHEN THE TWO OF US
USED TO RUN EM
& Jo & Phil'
I had to leave them in the morning
I left the keys around the way
I had to go to work
I had to leave them in the morning
I left the keys
to pull for my maniacal laughter
The only rope I need is to strangle you bastards
Don't you know small parts are a choking hazard
I've got the best
nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed
That's the hand I use, well, never mind
I been Phil Spectored, resurrected
I been Lou Adlered, Barry
nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed
That's the hand I use, well, never mind
I been Phil Spectored, resurrected
I been Lou Adlered, Barry
nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed
That's the hand I use, well, never mind
I been Phil Spectored, resurrected
I been Lou Adlered, Barry
the fuck is ya telling me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small fault,
Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea
and futzed.
For otto titsling had found his quest:
To lift and mold the female breast;
To point the small ones to the sky;
To keep the big ones high
Omar or Phil, bring you to me
And then me, hypnotized by the devil as well
Hold out my hand as an invitation into my hotel
No need to RSVP,
Young, but watching
Small, but searching
This Land Of Confusion won't stop me now
Learning quickly
On my own
The more you see the more you know
How much game you gave to me
Yea right why you on the crash board
Niggas tryna be Jordan Im tryna be Phil jack
Or maybe Phil knight cause he the reason
Killing will
But R.I.P to uncle Phil going in For the banks hate to flex my Family skills
Shìt I did with no thanks so it's Fuck thanksgiving
Forever riding
Silly,
I’m filthy with flows I needs gills, need my house on the hill and more houses like Phil’s
Now homie it’s Pseu here, no need for alarm
You acting
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