Lyrics:
cheerful part 3
Health service glasses
Gigolos and brasses
Round or skinny bottoms
Take your mum to Paris
Lighting up the chalice
Wee Willy Harris
the basement, in a session
No service, yeah, no service
I act like I miss home even though
I started writing raps really only to escape it
Only part
cheerful, one, two, three
Reasons to be cheerful, part three
Health service glasses, gigolos and brasses
Round or skinny bottoms
Take your mum
cheerful, one, two, three
Reasons to be cheerful, part three
Health service glasses, gigolos and brasses
Round or skinny bottoms
Take your mum
cheerful part 3
Health service glasses
Gigolos and brasses
Round or skinny bottoms
Take your mum to Paris
Lighting up the chalice
Wee Willy Harris
for
You are at his service and the terms have been agreed
Don't hold back
He'll get what he paid for
It's all part of this game that we play for
of heart
I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart
Have doc using donors, dead niggas with spare parts
You come back wit lungs
niggas with spare parts
You come back wit lungs of a snitch
An the heart of a dead nark
Niggas never see the light till it spark
Then they bleed, it get
saucer hovin' through the air
Kendrick don't have a spare, meaning there's
No two alike, you can bet it
And I guarantee I'm right
Like a freeway exit
I
don't go and wait until you are
Behind Barz
You be bad mechanic abi? You go soon dey sell spare parts
Behind Barz
You dey navigate? okay but baba no go
Barz
If you a criminal abeg stop don't go and wait until you are
Behind Barz
You be bad mechanic abi you go soon dey sell spare parts
Behind Barz ah
You
week look alive, for the day's begun
The service's almost begun so I look back one last time
Close the casket and suddenly I am undone
This cannot be
part,
We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
*
the pest
Disinfect the scene like Mr. Clean
I know you smell it
Spare parts to invest How can I grow my net
Mixed it with some cow shit then buried the flesh
It's Jayme Fortune with DDwili, that's me, let's go
All I hear is yada, yada, part of me want your dollar
Pardon me but if you've got a second
playin parts It’s all a act for some views buutt
I am not a superhero
Noooo
I am not a superhero, nah
I am not a superhero
Noooo
I am not a superhero,
a commodity I've got to spare
So listen here
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
Throw another scrap of paper
Into the fire
Spare a second glance
For the words you once inspired
Outside it's getting colder
Maybe you know
I'm
Nikiwa na eye mimi ni engineer
Macho yangu ni scanner
Na mikono ni spanner
Na vile ume bana
Nakuja na spare parts
Nakupiga oil check
Nakupeleka road test
on assignment
Secret society of service
Remain Silent
The bay was on a diet
Aunty Taught me how to pray
Squeak made sure we stayed violent
Never felt nothing like
with the axe, this woke the ants grasshoppers and worms who used the tree for shelter
And they begged him to spare their sanctuary and for this,
They
Sunday Service, nervous
Thinkin' on sins I have done
All from the past week
And all of my life
And now that I stole
I won't see the light
I know I did
discussion
Plenty played they part in fussing, until they start bussing
It'll have yo heart pumping way to fast
That'll age yo ass but wait they add
On the low for the most part
Yellow rose from the courtyard
Memories in a shoe box
Sentimental like moonrocks
Over thinking's like defrost
I just
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