Search results for 'The Incidental and Pertinent Stuff'

a lady
With all the stuff that ladies have
She's got that good stuff
You're name is Linda
Which you already know but I felt it was pertinent
To mention it

and listen more
Pertinent is effort, Perfection that stuff's a tall
Tale from yourself - and I see it's taking toll
Sell yourself short you're a giant when you

touch
We lay vocals
Over a cassette
So don't sweat
The small stuff

We snack
Like Marie Antoinette
And face grace in stacks
Of lil Debbie
Thot cakes

But

Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Niggas was missing, now I'm conflicted with the big stuff
Anxiety kicking, slimmest

my complacence
Don't get it twisted, I was picky with specific stuff
But most of it is really incidental when I dig it up
The good memories mixed in

friends with one

SANS! Stop plaguing my number
With incidental lyrics!

I think they sounded pretty good

Well, I thought they sounded
Like NOT PAPYRUS!

damn near went mental
So that just fell off to the side
I avoid incidentals
I've seen a lot of things from life
But I ain't never seen be gentle
You

still depends
On who I'm singin' to
Working hard, feelin' tense, worrying about my fashion sense
Since when do I give up an inch to incidental tackiness

like oh
Yeah I
I can't take another one
Incidentals in hotels from smoking
Up another blunt
Your love haunts me
Reminisce the cuddle ups
Say you want me

I eat they beat
We only speak for a week
Now she an all-around freak
Stuff that hole when she leak
She lovin' the technique
Got a model physique
Off

y'all relax
Sit back and
Have a stack of chips
cnd spark your clips and take a puff
I got that rare stuff
That seeps into your pores, ignores the fact

numb, momentums monumental intelligence incidental coincidence coined evident boyyyy, im'ma go get raw rugged  and rough, huffing all of the stuff, that

not just get to the back like you are an incidental
Man, I be Shady, but I ain't slim
My mind be hazy, but I know you ain't him
Your ass be lazy, man,

the fuckin' money
Stuff it in glad bags i'm the shit
Excuse me if I rudely had passed gas
Southside, Houston, Texas
Niggas in black masks
They tryna send a bomb

tough
Draws me close it's that kind of stuff that
Builds you up like weights make you buff
That's why I keep making it official
With dope tracks that pop