Lyrics:
is it?"
No answer
"Who is it?"
There's no answer
"Who is it?"
They're not sayin' anything
So, finally I go over and I open the door and just
a fuck
That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors
I wonder if I'll ever discover
A passion
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll
down to it nigga he banging
He say he 4L he say he not changing
Born Real On 4olk
Just thought you should know
I slide with my 4 Ima ride by my bro
Roll
the gas screeching (Got a play)
Just a junky for the bread and I stay tweakin (Stay tweakin)
Hit the highway got the trunk beating (Trunk beating)
Purple
your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's
Wars too many
Lies too many
Drugs too many
And it’s all too much
Passion not enough
Love not enough
Hugs not enough
Progress not enough
Wars too many
Why can't you sing
Why can't I be
A song of sympathy
Chaotic chemistry
Tell me your bad day
It's racing in my mind
I know you're not ok
I am
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
Yeah
yeah it's Matteo
Let me hear what you gon say
Heads up to you I ain't gon play
Know In your palm gon be your fate
Just know this shit is not
the weasel
Yeh I'm on beast mode
Niggas think they debo
They gone get repo'd
Kidnapped
Wrap you up and no it's not a gift wrap
A mummy
This nigga grimy, know
enough, not enough
Not enough, not enough
Not enough
Liquor shots, numb the pain
It stays with me all day baby
In my dreams, in the bed where you laid baby
to tell you the truth in the booth
But it's soundproof and silence the same
I'm doing this I've been influenced by music
I told you I wouldn't you asked me
And the "D" is silent, as they play the violin
I don't wanna walk around in violence, so I pray for peace
It's not enough time, it's quicky, it's tricky
So I
the end they will fall. To king owl's claws, in he flies screeching raw.
The vulture's red robe is stained by blood, never cleaned, never washed. King
to trust my hunch
The love was never real I caught on how it was a front
This a real promise I ever see your face
I'm tweaking with the gun
Let me not get
surviving
But at least the odds are even
Even if leaving means me myself and I all competing
I
Have a hard enough time getting by
Trying to support
Me myself
weasels pacing ugly acres more than often
If I ever make it big, I'm gonna build a skyscraper tall enough to piss on
cloud 9 egos from my corner office
You
or imagine
(It's all according) According to His power
(Not according to your goodness but) Working in us
(How much more?) It's more than enough
(One more
(Why is it always rayy?)
Beyblade Let it rip
I'm finna put that boy right in the zip
Sonic The Fighters I'm choosing the Weasel
Yea but Ian no god
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
breaks
Not just tryna rake it in, let me make what I earn
Take what I burn, the fake gon' spit it out
Lake overturned, hate devastated by the mouth
Never
In the cool shade of the banana tree
On the rugged trail toward the balcony
A child of the twentieth century
A dried up Goliath and a weasel named
I wanna be a homosexual by The Screeching Weasels
*intro*
I've got a little lisp,
and i've been working on my limp wrist,
see women are a drag, i
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