Lyrics:
Lonely Island
We been here for a minute now
This some grown man shit
I got that diaper money
I got that diaper money dude
I got that diaper money
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red
I've got a bootleg version of Citizen
was real cold
And lonely my daddy been gone since 4
Money money money money all
That I really seen
Niggas out here sellin' tabs, sellin' bars
Sellin'
up and jump the wall
At least i keep the trey round me
I knew niggas since diapers
Was locked in LIFER
Had late night cyphers
In da back like a sniper
for n32g by the
29th of November then the Lord isn't with me
For him to come through he will bless me with an opportunity
To make some money and provide
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
about
I been in my bag
But ian never gettin in my feelings boy we chasin that kash
Bro shootin all these fucking videos on the road, bro really doing
stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for
this pain to a T from the boat to the Lonely Island
We ain’t a joke like European voyagers you know we violent
From our genetic code mix from those who
Aye yo, new lonely island, two thousand eleven,
Let's get 'em Kiv!
Aye yo my dick don't work, that shit is soft as a pillow
My girlie looking
It was a cool and lonely
Offishall style that coerced her to smile
Chalk another to the file
Quest for breasts, my intent to impress the mistress
[The Lonely Island]
Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut
money
I'm waiting for the next fix
Out in space with her dirty tricks
Hours go by and I'm lonely, baby I'm figuring out my role
Life is a learning curve
what I'm talking about?
Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You
better
See, God made three Bigs, 2 Pacs
But he only made one era, the Era
Swear you guys slipping like some
Ice on a bridge since diapers and bibs
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
One, two...
One, two-One,two...
Yo!
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A Jungle
I'm countin' money in the jungle
Hey yo! The Streets Are Like
Bad bitch from the Island
Lonely like an Island
Say I'm a dog, dog, dog
Oh you so wrong, wrong, wrong
Yeah, no kap
Imma just start dressing up with
by Joseph McVey and the Truth that is Trae
That I bumped from the jump in the H
Or Conroe
Whatever though
But hey
Nor will I be lonely on an island
moteverden.
Scandinavian
Ambivalent
Oil money
Privelege
Obsession
Progression
Confession
aaaaaa
Bathroom Stall Confessional
Brave and gay. Married her name
Canibus bust?
You a liar liar ya pants on fire
Watch the GOAT
But the ghostwriter get slaughtered
By a tiger i saw him in the Pun
Video holdin' up his
everything I owned and away I went
It took me a few months to save up the money I needed
In the meantime she was calling me every night to fall asleep, it
a couple real ones around me they ain't playin about me
Bitch make yo way on from round me
You wasn't thinking about me
When I was lonely n I had no money
I got a black flag But my brother Yard Boy
He Green Diamond
Whatever you see tonight don't say nun' bout' it
Make me a promise
Flash out by my lonely
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