Lyrics:
everyone
Jimmy has debts and Jimmy has ties
That he can't get out from under
If you look far enough into his eyes
It'll rock you just like thunder
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
cornered me against the trees
I was home I thought, my life could start
She was (not like the other girls)
(I was) born under a stone
(We were) born
a wish, close your eyes, and believe
I'll be home, home, home, home, home by Christmas Eve
And I know it's all on you, keep it together like you're glue
This is just like listening
to a conversation being held
by the many people who congregate
on one of the most popular blocks
in the largest
the next millennium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Caribbean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport Warlaw, my
in my hand
Stash in thn brown paper bags with them rubberbands
I ain't got tsay nothing.. everybody know mex4
ballin is habbit that money I gota have
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
bottle
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
My
did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that
petted my fur
Fuck me in the goat-ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the mosh pit
They passed me around
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
Thank you Santa, my bitch, man
I'm ready to party
And I'm flyin' in my sleigh
While I'm chuggin' Bacardi
And I got a big bag which you already know
Got
with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky
If God is a D.J, life is a dance floor
love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a D.J, life is
with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm,you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is
of flowers that breathe
Jet-lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep
Although my blood shot whites and irises they never find any
Clock stops at times
with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm, you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is
When I was born I had no head
My eye was single and my body was filled with light
And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by
Cooler than a fan (fan), money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
eyes 'cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn't tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
Wasteland soldier, these are tha dayz of our livez
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
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