Lyrics:
Dreaming back in time
Of the day we met by the sea
I'm glad I don't regret any day
Where I can call you
My Kumquat Lady
My Kumquat Lady
Don't be hazy, oh I
Look at the pigeon talk look at the way they walk walk
While they stopping they looking they flock flock
They crowding they flapping they kumquats
Kumquat
Comme quoi
On
Fait ce qu'on veut tu l'vois bien
Sur 4
Sur 7
Temps
On fait ça l'air de rien
On appartient
À aucun
Clan
On aime quand tout
I ain't been anywhere, Joe
I didn't want to go, so
I guess I'll never know, Joe
An old stick in the mud, Bud
I ain't been anywhere
Kumquat
not
Hole in my chest 'bout the size of a Kumquat
I know who shot me 'cause I shot them
But who set me up? I ain't trippin' but
They think they
can do.
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone.
Have a kumquat, have two!
Everybody give a cheer.
Santa Claus is sitting here.
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
of a Kumquat
I know who shot me cause I shot them
But who set me up? I ain't tripping but
(I wanna know)
They think they know me
But they do not know me
'Cause
a kumquat, have two!
Everybody give a cheer.
Santa Claus is sitting here.
Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll.
Tell me any little thing
the whole neighborhood to a party on my block
Rock a booty, juicier than a kumquat
Boyfriend mean mugging, little buddy, fuck off
Now take your shoes off
beaks, shocks
(Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating)
Tornados, crockpots, kumquats, baseballs, plants both big and small
Oysters,
a joke?
I'll have June recite a poem
Have a lychee, Mr. Goldstone
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone
Have a kumquat
Pickin' fruit off of a kumquat
Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot
Light upon my innervision searchin' for an answer
Heredetory,
Denver
Firefloodin' on my field
Asshole's so dumb he wouldn't know a pisspot from a kumquat
God, he could cost me a thousand barrels a day out of that
passent-elles?
Chérubins inoculés
Retouchez-moi les ailes
Ça rime aquarelles
Ça rime aquarelles
Suzy Kumquat
Dort entre deux nattes
Se réveille au
The Wibbley Brothers
The so-called easy-peelables
Who invented the umbrella?
You can see the miniature kumquat and limequat
It is doubtful whether a composition
Ooo my Lord, flow sweeter than a kumquat
Step up on the mic, gotchu boys actin' gun shy
Whole time prayin' that I never get tongue tied
Bonsai, oh my,
have a chill day so I
Put on some Ski Mask the Slump God
I'm finna bust me a four like a kumquat
When I get home but first I gotta get there
Lowkey kinda
a lump sum wad
Only write pulp like I spit from a kumquat
Young gods, never met, connect through hip-hop
Do not break a sweat, collect or get got
Roll up
They fruity as kumquats so I severed the vines
I only got one plot, im an alpha, bet these letters unwind
Your whole squad like we playing COD in this
Juicy acid, juicy acid, I said
Kumquat citrus citric orange
We'll park the lemon sub and take the sub lime
With garlic and rosemary fresh from the market
Lychee and red tea Saffron and spices
Kumquats and whatnots
Chicken paillard
And a tub filled with lard
Me no care bout these kumquats
All they do is stay on they knees
On they Monica teas
Please
Opponent, I don't see
At least, they could give me Pension
The phony wants to know
What have you done to him
We'll have you down to hem
It's witching hour
Watch the kumquats sour
Past the rusted garden gate
There's
if I give a hell
I probably do not, too hot, 2Pac, Biggie, and Andre
Not your typical rapper stick to the mundane
Dumb bass leave your kumquat concaved
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