Lyrics:
Screamn' whitewall tires and a guitar by his side
Billy's got the fever as he rolls on through the night
Some were born to listen, some were born
coconuts!
ARTHUR: What?
GUARD #1: You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're
bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR: So? We have ridden since the snows
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
got that comeback
Pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy got that comeback
I got that comeback
Pussy so good make a nigga comeback
Even if he got a wife he still
fuck your hits
Touchin' skies, when you rich, every drop make 'em blitz
I done drove every six, I done glowed every wrist
Every plot got a twist when
ain't never going
Nowhere, ain't stressing, nah
I've been investing my time
Working on my dime, hmm
Now I got the best comeback
The best comeback
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
Yeah, yeah oh you gotta love it
Oh you got, oh you gotta love it
I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
a perc
I said boy you is trippin
Pop me like a milli ok
You can't pull me bitch
Even by my last straw
Got ya boppin up and down no seesaw
Get ya nigga
presidents in quarantine
Have a trap on Conley cooking nosebleed
Walk on Drama Road with some Sophie
Make 'em run it up like where the dope be
They
marathons just to get established
To make it happen, you got to have it
Dedication, hard work plus patience
The sum of all my sacrifice, I'm done waitin'
right
Come on, boys, whoo
This is so weird having my dad on a song right now
Considering he's 50
Uh, 47
I think he's gonna make a comeback album
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
Comparin' the Conleys, don't know who is dumber
If you run up on me, know that's a blunder
I keep that Tommy on me like I'm Riley
If you got a joint, better
ain't never going
Nowhere, ain't stressing, nah
I've been investing my time
Working on my dime, hmm
Now I got the best comeback
The best comeback
You look like you look when you got your heart broke
In 7th grade by Katie Brown
We played ball out in the yard
We raced our bikes, we wrecked our
make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game
Drake and
I miss the old Wayne
Yeah I miss the old 'Ye old Jay always
Whole game flipped on a fame tip
Brains make change
And lames make tasteless, bass
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
,
It's hardly a comeback if you've never gone
She became a prostitute to make her some green,
He just got addicted, yet living a dream,
They got under
down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
Got to my kneest, I was
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
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Frank zappa (dialog)
Uhh, may I see your papers pleez? ?
Uhhh, lemme see.
Hand me your
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