Lyrics:
grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying Quaalude's on the phone
Hey,
grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying Quaalude's on the phone
Hey,
of this
And tell me what you think of this
I'm in the Beauregard's
Slow me down if I get hard
We've only just begun
Funky monks are on the run
There's an epidemic sweeping far across this land
Little Jeffrey Beauregard's got matters well in hand
He doesn't care about opioids, he's got bigger
so annoyed?
Cause im done with the noise
I been going hard
My chest so shiny got glowing heart
Ima hit you with the thumb like I'm Beauregard
Larry
She don't want my cold heart
(She just want the)
She just want the company
(Look)
Key her up like Mozart
Now she violet Beauregard
Bon voyage
at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag
On Flanders field in World War one
the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow
the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow
Robert E lee, Beauregard
And Bragg and the south wind blew
Hard on that ragged old flag ragged old flag
On Flanders Field in World War One
She took a bad
Lord
Lived next door to Jennie that went to Beauregard
She broke my virginity and I love her for it
Friends turn into frenemies and they've come
ain't hot enough to stop this entourage
Rain, do or die, pick a piece snypaz, one big mob
Better stop that heart
Beauregard this industry from
us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make
added:
And now I'm going southward
For my heart is full of woe
I'm going back to Georgia
To see my Uncle Joe
You may talk about your Beauregard
And sing
journey
And I know it's hard
They call me Violet Beauregard, cuz
I just blow up, no regard
All I really need is a bar to belly up to
A balcony, a star
Beauregard without no regard
I know the part, knee green like Bulbasaur
Feed the team with no reward
Four by one, no baton, fourth and one
I ain't really
Let's see how far you can spar, Beau...
Beauregard Blowhard, versus the Hurricane Empress
Rapping up a storm! I'm the Voice of the Tempest
Straight
I put it on my fucking brother I been going hard
Showing up and showing all these niggas no regard
Had em starring at my Goyard like I’m Beauregard
and clap and strum, but the South won't rise again.
Football watchin' tubs of lard, plaques for General Beauregard
'Rithmitic is purty hard and the South
a smoke-a-thon
This Blueberry Pie defeating me, I feel like Beauregard
Violet aura pilot off the coast, where the growers are
Back packed wit all this flower, I'm
Geneviève de Beauregard
I reinforced the fortress wall
The beam, a brick, the boulevard
A fortune don't mean nothing
If I lose me in the overhaul
Said meet
like my whips to sit low
Two door coupes with the suicide doors oh Lord
Y'all niggas acting like fake fame like Mr. Beauregard
Thanking God for my
qui balisent trop
J'suis né dans le ghetto
78300 Beauregard
Y'avait pas de clito
Que de la haine dans l'regard
Depuis cour de récré, toujours les mêmes
Beauregard.
I know it's all so confusing,
but I never meant to hurt him. I know you never mean to break my heart.
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