Lyrics:
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
like SK why u cocky
Come in with the pump I make him pump his breaks not talking Bobby
On my mob shit to his head I hold the shotty
Road rage in
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
hear the loud voices, that's my homies calling
Open up the windows, let the angels fall in
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between
a passion
Stand over you smiling 'til I hear
Sirens and now I'm dashing
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought the bottle
Coulda struck
Hello, Boys and Girls.
This is a story that I like to call, ''Peter and the Wolf''.
Are you sitting comfortably?
Are you!?
Good, then let's begin....
the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by
fickle
I'm tickled how sometimes labels trick you
I'm not the first artist that died that's still with you
The industry was ruined by humans and their
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
(Greatness)
Ain't a thing changed but the
Number on the statement (Statement)
NBA résumé: balling's my occupation
Kush so loud
I can't hear what was you saying?
Instrumental ---
Don't you hear the bells a-ringin'
Can't you hear the angels singin'
It's a glory, hallelujah jubilee
In that far sweet forever
Just beyond
talking Water Street
And yeah I come from A-Town, that city that's golden
And you know we got that Spam brand that keeps the money flowin' (it's flowin')
everybody to fit into the same suit. But like, you know, that's deception. That's deception.
(Talking to someone offstage) Ok, let me just, I think this is
will milk you dry
And I'm not talking Similac
Silver back coming out the jungle
Oh and he black
I need to calm down Before I fucking snap
I'm working
then baby come on
Do you hear me talking to ya
Throw your hands up in the air like you never even cared
Fellas bob your head and ladies let me see you
you out
If you talking reckless then I make you close your mouth
Cause I give em that shit that they need to hear
Don't care about reactions
Making this
'm dead and sleeping.
Or I'm alive not breathing.
Or I'm on mute not talking to you.
Pry this wish from my cold dead hands.
My lifeless body will point you
instrumental on, by my doley
Adversity make the story, can't wait for consoling
End my night off on the right note when I get to scrolling
"Almost ain't
that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say I can't let you or self down
If I were
a meal bro (Gmail)
Too many gun shots so its like
police talking when I’m spitting all you hear is po po
Ooh oo
territories invading
This lines are
thats by mistake? They cant stop dat?
Don't think you safe though, because you not black
Greed is colorblind, so I'm colorblind
They gon' fuck with yours
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
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