Lyrics:
love you
Well, I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincere
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think
Oh, by the way,
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
love you
Well, I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincere
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think
Oh, by the way,
in a blanket, stranglin'
Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark
From the album fairytale
Circus of Sour,
Holds shows every hour,
The lion is eating the bars, hey the bars.
I was erected,
The poor man is expected
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
Listening to what
Run up on you when I'm moody
Pull up on you like Akuji
End it faster than an uzi
Runnin' real fast
All we tote is gats
Got demons from hell uh
No
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
Well I've always had a deep respect
And I mean that most sincerely
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think
Oh by the way, which one's
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is
Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
happy, healthy and carefree
‘80s for me
Cruisin’ in my IROC-Z
Down by the lake, it’s summer break, jumpin’ waves on my jet ski
They tell me that I’m old
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder
(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
could he be talkin' 'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now
Then Doug called,
with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me
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