Lyrics:
October fifth of '29 in Fairfield, VT
Chester, child number five joined the Arthur family
He attended New York's Union College, and loved to debate
of the Academic Center (student’s union) of FATEC-SP (Technology College of São Paulo).
This song is a reverence not only to these three comrades, but to all
giantly grown
Euro bitches moan in 25 languages
10 currencies manages cabbage of sausages
And for ages whole Union’s got a hole
In the middle zone like we
On and on my soul was longing
For us to live this union
Wanted nothing else in life except
To just be with Him
Felt like nothing in this world
Could ever compete
rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked, word
rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked, word
Dog I remember thirsting for God
Wanting that sweet communion
On and on my soul was longing
For us to live this union
Wanted nothing else in life
In Union Square, YSL heels I bought my b*tch a pair,
Came a long way, I used to wonder will I make it here,
One of one, you can't find another me,
The beat solid,
This the one they told you bout,
Empty wallets, this beats college,
Put money in bank accounts,
They freestylin' with no knowledge,
Suzie came wealthy family raised
Went to college all her debts were paid
Got a job down in soho
Her daddy said don't date him
He got no dough.
gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
And all she does this homework
I give her in house tutoring
In and out I'm movin' through
white picket fences
Did the USA of the 1950s
Really gather round singing ‘Sweet Land of Liberty’
There’s never any talk about the Soviet Union
They’re
chains this ain’t the college rules
I just run the play call an audible run the option too
My pencil walking on a thin line, this shit is college ruled
My
the Western Union for you like it's no prob
'Cause you was in college complainin' about it's no jobs
But you were suckin' a nigga's dick the whole time
Well
a star (Yow yow)
So dem wah live like one (one one)
Big up every scamma weh mek US Dolla
Build up di house fi yuh mama
Western union people fi gi wi more
union people fi gi wi more honor
Slah, full-stop, comma
Every ghetto yute fi a live like Tony Mantana
Presidental like barruk obama
Pool inna house
100 favors, 100, 100, 100 favors
And now I'm sitting here sippin' on the last bit of GT
And all I ever see is your face, a 100 favors
You was a college
times I gave my bitch the sunshine
Harley Davis, Harley Davis,
Twin came I gave my bitch a 100 favors
You was a college student abusing the credit
nightmares about my mama getting beat up in the yard
Wake up feeling like half a human
Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret
For my lack of union
(Maybach Music)
Hit the shot and I splash, smoke a blunt, then I crash
I got a bad college bitch who like to fuck after class
She study for finals, I study
That she ain't a country music lover
Just to think that she'd been to college and travelled around the world
Then the nerve to ask me if Bobby Bare
he comes home from college
He says, "We get the government we deserve."
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, "That little punk, he never
Had
a Range with a young blonde with some braids
She got her some brains that'll get her college prepaid (Suave)
My bars like getting Cali kush lit
They hit
mi fren,hahahaa
Weh we a reach dawg straight to the bank ,Kia drop a foot bilton full the tank one eighty a press guh straight union
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