Lyrics:
A Master Can Highlight The Phrases,
Sleasy Instruments, Half Talked, Half Baked Ideas...
Dad, You Didn't Say O.K....
The Window Was Open,
craft mounts
Thousands of solar cells
Which deliver up to 120 watts of power
For it's communications and
Instrumentation needs
With a 30-minute launch
Views from the window
Views from the window
Views from the window
You using my mannerisms without really realizing
Last thing I'm tryna do is
Last
flying by
Woop in my coop with the windows down I'm bumping Juice
Every single person wanna talk about my anger management
And I just wanna live
Every
Trading with no risk management
Tryna catch up on survival needs, blasting challenges
Window shoppers making wishes to the man with six streams of income
window in the back
Wacky wavy inflatable arm combat
Right hand on my hat, never stare
Beware that perfectly combed hair
Look I'm Salsa dancing with
A family in a park
That is O' so unaware
Inciting rebellion on a minor scale
Online retail management degrees
And supervisors of store management themselves
Got me burning tree with earl tea and candles lit
Yea, I got the management, but that's on me
And how I handle it, that's on me
Watch me roll through
Some perks of upper management
And I'm here
I'm waiting
Watch stars go past the window
Working at the empire ship
Learning how to pilot
So you say
Got me burning tree with earl tea and candles lit
Yea, I got the management, but that's on me
And how I handle it, that's on me
Watch me roll through
to management like
"Change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them"
My man sport the 'fro like 'What's Happenin?'
From the latest hi-atus, The Roots
window
Before the music ends
With company by Dino and Sarge
I'd like to make one more charge at Vegas
You won't find me at that
Idiot wheel that spins,
struggle just to exist
Scrimping and saving and crossing off lists
From this window I've seen the whole world pass
From dawn to dusk I've heard the last
bark
You move when I say so, I flow when the wind blows
While I'm rippin and strippin you be peakin through a window
Definitely for action, voted for
I remember looking out the window
Wonder what I'm doing how to spend my days
Now I sit thinking how it ain't okay
And though it hasn't changed it
struggle just to exist
Scrimping and saving and crossing of lists
From this window I've seen the whole world pass
From dawn to dusk I've heard the last
politickin' moves an'
I crept to the top, shouldn't-a let me catch you snoozin'
Me and my management team, laughin' at you while we cruisin'
'Cause we ain't
30 in your jersey
I'm not servin', bitch I'm lurkin'
Me and Bill in a suburban
Up the road, window pokin'
Schemin', 7 in the mornin'
Bitch I'm on it,
dokie
They say nothing but a word
Out the window while I swerve
Skirt so fast I jumped the curb
Park my shit out front your yard
Popped your partner, pull
New York By Von
Dancing in New York, trouble's out the window, living for tonight so let everybody know.
We Dancing in New York, dancing in New
to admire the stage management
There again perhaps I'm more than a mere observer
Listen to my enthusiasm gentlemen
Peron! Peron! Peron!
Look, if I take
the windows tinted
Play with gang we gon' end these niggas
Play with gang we gon' end these niggas
(Play with gang we gon' end these niggas
Got the racks like
doses for when I have mental issues
My high blood pressure's not helping me at all with the anger management
There's a pandemic going on right now, so
My high blood pressure's not helping me at all with the anger management
There's a pandemic going on right now, so please keep you your distance
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