Lyrics:
the drama
They calling me Reagan
The way I be busting up unions
Yo
What in the fuck is you doing
Imma get me some money
And walk around town
Gonna get all
(Hit-Boy)
E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn't
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin
There's a lock on the basement door
There's a spot on the kitchen floor
It don't mean he's bad; just means he's lazy
And there's a cook in the back
There's a lock on the basement door
There's a spot on the kitchen floor
It don't mean he's bad; just means he's lazy
And there's a cook in the back
There's a lock on the basement door
There's a spot on the kitchen floor
It don't mean he's bad; just means he's lazy
And there's a cook in the back
their face
Like the waps what I'm gripping
Drip Drip
When the rarlies see me whipping
Preeing my ting
Like I'm cooking in the kitchen
And when the gyal
their face
Like the waps what I'm gripping
Drip Drip
When the rarlies see me whipping
Preeing my ting
Like I'm cooking in the kitchen
And when the gyal
their face
Like the what I'm gripping
Drip Drip
When the rarlies
See me whipping
Preeing my ting like
I'm cooking in the kitchen
And when the gyal
See me
their face
Like the what I'm gripping
Drip Drip
When the rarlies
See me whipping
Preeing my ting like
I'm cooking in the kitchen
And when the gyal
See me
I got a girl in Arkansas, little Liza Jane
She sleeps in her kitchen
With her feet in the hall, little Liza Jane
Oh, won't you? Oh Eliza, little
go from here?
I've been laid off since Monday before.
The union is holdin' out, hopin' for more.
Well, I could be laid off for years.
Oh, where
They ship out in boxcars
The union says hold break out the dice
Break out the gold it's lunchtime at last
And old big mama said George Raff's
Tonight
is a union
This is more then what you people call music
I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
Y'all ain't big
the land
Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hit man
Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced marshal's getting
the land
Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hit man
Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced marshal's getting
I remember when it was alright
It was alright
Sitting on the kitchen floor
Drinking coffee at midnight
Drinking coffee at midnight
No bills to pay
No
all in the wrist shorty
Fuck with me (shorty) (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
This is a movement, this is a union
This is more than what you people
Unions
Prodigal
Unions
It's been pouring since
First sign of rain
My best laid plans have
Long since gone astray
My brother is a rock
a movement, this is a union
This is more then what you people call music
I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
Y'all ain't
Close the bathroom door. Yeah. Good idea. I'm sure the ants can't get to the kitchen if you closed the door. You know what? Maybe they're carpenter ants
Kaolin Queens (Helen Watson and Katherine Watson)
Four moor’d vessels and one gone sailing
Light upon union when the crafts touch shore
Years of test
life
Hung on the end of a kitchen knife
We will carve this cross into your chest,
To remind you of this fucking mess.
The union jack has bled away.
boxcars
The union says hold, break out the dice, break out the gold
It's lunchtime at last
And old big mama said: "georges raft's tonight on the late show"
Gimme your body
Gimme your mind
Open your heart
Pull down your blind
Gimme your love, gimme it all
Gimme in the kitchen, gimme in the hall
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