Lyrics:
Happy New Year, happy Christmas
Happy Easter, happy autumn
Happy Michelmas, everybody
Happy Christmas, everybody to you
I'd like to wish everybody
to the human experience
Welcome to the human experience
This for my free spirits gone with the wind true synthesizers
Who know the elements make up all of our
and out my zone if you really wanna know
I got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
I'm what the music game need
Like
they called him annoying
Leave them alone, he wouldn't, he was just too outgoing
He huffed. They were stupid, he always said "You're wrong!"
He was
Hearing something of
Mine and being like, "Wow, this
Is a fresh approach, " and
Somebody hearing something and crying
You know?
GQ: You're talking about
bright I can see it's very clear
How does it feel to be appreciated by everybody
I'm using all my energy to make many Ps
Let me make my moves, even if that
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
gentleman is going to be famous.
Knox: I’m sure you’re right, Mr. President.
Roosevelt: So, Attorney General, Knox, to what do I owe the honor of your
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
relying on a pistol
I know its not your fault, but can you help us stop dying Mr. pistol
Gunshots ringing the sound of crying is the whistle because we end
worry, Mr. Fetterman, I got everything under control
I know you do, Tyler, and if he causes any trouble just pull his battery
pack, that'll take him out
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
You're gonna be exposed to the real me a little bit more. I can tell you I had to reintroduce myself to everybody I know. My mother my father. Listen,
. Bidge, uh, you’re a bitch, huh?
Peepin’ on young hoes (Yuh)
You’re a fuckin perv, bro
Actin’ like no one knows?
We know you like toes
Everybody knows that
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
another addict
Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic
Sucking on an asthma punt
Though you never know by looking at him that's the cunt
crying
Throwing everything out the door
Everybody's giving their all
Bump the open mic
Crash out by design
Now everybody's crying
Yeah
You know you used
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
would
Be deteriorating to the rap cause
Everybody knows the gauze if you’re medical
If you’re spitting these words
If you're giving medicine to these
[Mr Duke speaking]
This jam right here is dedicated
To all you motherfucker that ain't right here
You're supposed to be right here with me,
Open up yours eyes, Mr. Intentional
Stuck in a system, that seeks to suck your blood
Held emotionally hostage, by what everybody does
Counting all
it out the hood someday
(Hey Mr. DJ) Hey Mr. DJ (Hey Mr. DJ)
I wanna hear that song about Jesus
I heard my mama crying
I gotta let her know He's
them Let them know you love them
Let them know you're praying for them
Never say you know how somebody feel even if y'all experience the same
We all feel
if they had only known
But you see the reality behind their indulgent stares
Everybody knows you're crying
No one ever really cares
Everybody
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