Lyrics:
rather risk it all
Just to try move up a base
Put me in a box labelled
Hopefully she repays
Next I go to Timothy
He's the smartest of the lads
He helped me
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy
The only ones left to tell the tale
Were Joe and me
Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go?
Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know?
Hungry
Timothy
The Buoys
(Rupert Holmes)
Trapped in a mine that had caved in
And everyone knows the only ones left
Were Joe and me and Tim
When they
The only ones left to tell the tale
Were Joe and me
Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go?
Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know?
Hungry
KING Timothy my spawn my seed
Gone head hit that shoot for daddy
Daddy bout to shoot to rap game in my crosshairs
They don't really feel you unless
but I got baptized
My nine lies next to my thigh so I got nine lives
I might convert to Islam cuz I need nine wives
Apologize my rhymes sometimes they
the harder way to get it
Like Timothy yEAH! You grind hard
Then you shine hard
I'm balling the rapper version
Of LeBron dawg i be fresher than a nigga on
His
Cheadle
I want to be next to you (x4)
Like eatin' ribs with Calvin Trillin
Like Timothy Carey in The Killing
Like Steve Coogan and Rebecca Front
Like
and my friend we cannot see Tim so we go to Cali aw man
Niggas can't see me they asking where's Timothy
Asking for handouts but I got no sympathy
Ask
sailin' to New York
Cyril and the lads were singin' with me, next came the "Boys from the County Cork"
I said a Pint for a Tune is what I'm wantin', Pint
next kid prodigy
Won't stop for my peace like colonies
Living daylights that's Timothy 007 I'm dripping in sauce
Some on your main ting's neck
Some
missed out on all the fun
Because I dropped my lollipop
But maybe next year will be the one
Thank you
What, what did you do?
Are you serious?
Are you
"Oh Well"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubbord, Ricky Pivin, and Ty Carpenter
Is give peace a chance
Everybody in the Soviet Union, unite
Go down to the shops and talk about John and Yoko
Timothy Leary, Barbara Windsor, Yoko
you thought, it ain't my fault
Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky
Next time you see me, address me like "Miss Foxy"
It's for the wrist cop it, if
driven
And now it's on to the next saga
We drink the best lager
I never tried to win you over
Like your stepfather
I do my own thing now, and get
-The next one tells of sin and shame
cnd how it all encumbers.
This book is good - its name is long
(DEUTERONOMY) it follows - after NUMBERS.
-Now
it ain't my fault
Keep the wrist rocky, attitude c***y
Next time you see me, address me like, "Miss Foxy"
It's for the wrist? Cop it. If it's
kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning, Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack, Fourth
filled wit bodies
See where your balls at, if you all that
And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies
And yours could be the next
Number 19,
Leaders with the baddest features
Dog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakers
That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings
on the next show
Impatiently im coming
Reporting live up in this bitch
Like I'm Timothy O'Brien
SGMG be the gang
That's Family United
50 deep we don't no
of,
Perhaps your name is Timothy,
Benjamin, and Jeremiah,
but he always answered, That is not my name.
The next day the queen sent her servants all over
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