Lyrics:
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
the other one!
ARTHUR: I am. And this my trusty servant Patsy. We have
ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights
who will join me
our shadows entwine
In this synthwave city, your hand in mine
As the night fades into electric blue
In this retro future, I'll be with you
Midnight
I ever knew
Ima be a better you
Who's your daddy
You're not really dead at least not yet
Take Me
Have I become my 90's dad?
Too scared to (Fall in
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be coming back for you one
for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But
mean?
BEN
You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh?
BRIAN
Slipped him a few shekels!? You saw him spit in my face!
BEN
Ohh! What wouldn't I give
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
And it'll be a long time, before you ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
weightless
All my shooters are courageous
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
hands
Are the lies
But we'll turn them into something bright/right
Open skies
Say goodbye
Before we have
In our hands
Fading plans
In our hands
you get low
Freak that nigga till your shit get sore
Biatch
Biatch
Shake that monkey
I bet she can't wiggle like with a dick in her
Have
rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
Hand no fun, take all the puns
With a bloody lunch, you ain't got a punch
Bitch you better run, or you get spunked
Bitch i'm on, not number 1, till I
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans
I got your bitch in my Rover, man
I never kiss her, I
sofa, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans
I got your bitch in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
He said "kid, I'm gonna put you in a cell
I want your wallet and your belt"
I said, "Obie, I can understand your wantin' my wallet, so I don't have
they have a one track mind
To squeeze on your behind
Baby just excuse my hands (whoa whoa)
Please excuse my hands
With my hands I can make you do a lot
through and that Moe steady slidin
In a three we, comin down bumper fall
We steady ballin
Haters steady callin my name
I'm in this game with the birds
Have
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