Lyrics:
up there
And mice in the place
Where Brian parks his van
And mice in the mop cupboard
And mice in the paperclip box
Mice everywhere
In the Post Office
Why would I ever have to cop a chain again
When the QB chain birthed most the chains in the game?
No post office, we stampin' time
Took a slice
afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile",
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
undercover.
Break! Now! Fly direct! Post Office box!
You'll get a dallying notion,
But you will soon recover.
No longer undercover,
Branch out into
about 6 and 7 figures then I might talk
Galvanizing populations from post offices
On my soap box, watching soap operas frolicking
With Moroccan nurses
say mi deliver what your wanting
That first class body get a stamping
Gal ah ring down the post office
She want put a barcode pun it
That ah your
live
Teller Number 7 looking weathered
Like a decade in a glass
Box yelling shook her feathers
Utter "Unto thee I surrender mine flesh!"
She said "Put
that far away,
you know what i mean.
highway 59
drove just like a dream.
asphalt tops, yellow lines
still call me...
post office box, poetry,
green on me, I been landscaping
Lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds
Where it's clientele
Post Office plays, PO box
I be spreading mail
back
So it's only right that I right
Till he can march right
Into that post office and tell 'em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in
Bay killa
Down south thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea
More mail than the post office
These lyrics an dope keep me stayin' up
at all
For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real
If you knew it as you don't
Nigga, this ain't
at all
For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it off, that's real
If you knew it as you don't
Nigga, this ain't
Sister owl-gonkwin-jane cow-hoon:
I used to work at the post office!
Ensemble:
You'll scratch your head
Sister owl-gonkwin-jane cow-hoon:
But I don't
In the path of a twister there’s nothing will stand
Bowl a car down the street like an empty tin can
Our little post office, Mountainview,
hoes, these hoes ain’t celibate
And they ain’t hesitant, not at all
For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office dropped it
and tell I keeps 'em horny as hell
And take my dick inside that pussy, put it under a spell
Got more mail than the post office, let me remind you
Don't
Post Office box!
You'll get a dallying notion,
But you will soon recover.
No longer undercover,
Branch out into complete disorder.
You gotta be
mother I hate you!
(12:40)
I want my son off of your mailing list
I have already contacted the post office for your pornographic
material that
has been
I bin waiting in the supermarket
Standing in line with the beans (cash up)
I bin waiting at the post office
For sticky pictures of the queen
I been waiting in the supermarket
Standing in line with the beans (cash up)
I been waiting at the post office
For sticky pictures of the queen
post office
Kiss and tell, dressin' up
Playin' doctor, peek-a-boo
Two hand touch, cooties
Little League, Looney Tunes
Scissors rock paper, Zoom
Boris
I sold more boxes than the post-office
Twenty-one in jail, it turned me so solid
Why you think my vision sick, I changed the game in my brain
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