Lyrics:
at the conference table)
What went on in the dark
Has come to light
Tell me who's to blame
And what’s his name?
You can point your finger
But you gotta remember
There will never be any peace
Until God is seated
At the conference table
There will never be any peace
Until God is seated
At the conference
table
(He's at the conference table)
What went on in the dark
Has come to light
Tell me who's to blame
And what's his name?
You can point your
It is on in the Eastern Conference
The Knicks got their contracts on clearance
The appearance is the Celtics going to run away
And leave the Raptors
Chorus:
Mayor nga vibe
Mayor nga style
Mayor ug utok
Mayor nga high
Wai maka palag sa mayor nga type
Ay na ug ka hadluk kabalaka lang bai
Kai Mayor
She shook the mayor's hand, and he declared
That he'd hold a press conference,
The fans and protesters blocked the stairs to city hall
"I'd like
table (at the conference table)
[Verse 2: Jermiside]
Look at the blood police be leaving in streets
Still you geeks be believing in peace
Grieving ya
Monday Conference Call
Hope you enjoyed the weekend
Hi, hello and who just joined?
They must be dialing back in
No, Sorry! I was, I'm sorry I was on Mute
I'll show them to you!
Horton:
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Who are you?
Mayor:
Well,
We're Whos here.
We are Whos here.
Smaller than the eye can see.
It's
looked skeptical
She took the blue right out of their cynical eyes
"It's all in what you feel inside"
She shook the mayor's hand, and he declared
That
Order please, order please - take your seats.
Let's begin this press conference.
You've watched the pie-fest run
I lost, got pie on my face
What?
was a waitress
Wearing a white dress
Look how I do this
Look how I got this
I was a waitress
Working the night shift
You were my man
Felt like I
And that old town road still open
Yeah I love to flex
I keep a pretty bitch
I'm a player not a pimp
You know I got it
I got more bitches than the mayor
know one thing and that's I love you
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton
on the boat
You are not from the land I swim from
No time for the petty nonsense
Signing big deals in the conference room
Please don't insult my
And they say
Opium to the ceiling
All for the love of plugs, squealing 'ugh', healing
No more Timberland turf
You're too soft for this,
the constitution crumbles beneath the weight of facists
no right to assemble - no free speech for the masses
seattle '99 the mayor's decree
anti -
So I got a short story
Most you niggas hating
Most you niggas give pops
How many to Famous Irv and Famous Dex
I’m ballin’ so hard like the mayor
I’m
Dracula
Mayor Dracula
Mayor Dracula you dried up corpse
Mayor Dracula your voice is hoarse
Mayor Dracula he'll get in your head
Mayor Dracula we might
re-election and the victory celebration
The Mayor takes his family on a month long foreign vacation
Oh Coleen -- you know how much I love you
There is no
I need a press conference, who got you pressed
Who got you tight like that, you ain't gotta act like that
I ain't no Tyrese, shout out to Tyrese, I
besoin d'quelque chose
I'm gonna make you face your lies
I wanna make you cross the line
Babe, I'm tryna keep it tight
I'm 'bout to leave you for
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor
tricks
Thought I was done, I'm feelin' like the mayor, should I run
I be chillin' in conference sippin' lean, tell I'm numb
I need ten bad bitches poppin'
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