Lyrics:
a someone
And some tattoo roses across their chests
With a heart that says: "Rollo"
And some work without a public relations man
And do their best work,
through in search of the ever elusive Thunderbird
I got a job as a public relations man
Passing out handbills on Austin Street
Merely an effort to improve
yo vibrations
I just hit a money PR goin public with relations
Man I'm growin I done changed up how I deal with complications
I would tell you about it
like some nervous rookie Right from the start I was hot as a cookie I was the numero uno What a debut / Chorus Public Relations, Public Relations
My name is Max Behar
You need a PR
Public Relations that's what we are
I could make you see a vision like a VR
Flow cold I can't breathe CPR
You need
of champagne but I don't waste a drop of time
Public with my gang relations, throwin' up the proper signs
Sawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcised
when she use those hips
Mind how you use those lips
Foreign cars, only buss down whips
When I'm in public, fans ask for a pic
She thinks I'm cute, she
Dogs of the world unite
It's Public Enemy
Goddamn I state with my fist uplifted
In a state where our freedom is severely twisted and
Abused, I'm
bathroom
I think imma die
From catchin' toilet aids
I used a public bathroom
Public bathroom
I hope I survive
Cause Toilet water splashed my face
Man down,
Heed my revival
Rejuvenation of faith and of nations
Emergency, resurgency
Jesus and Satan, those public relations
Emergency, resurgency
Rise up and wise
relations
Answers prepared
Fake it til ya make it
Aim the shot and take it
Public relations
Make those morons care
Answer the questions
Dead inside
I'm
are, we are made to be in a relation
And we can be together forever and ever
Because the love that never ends
Given by the man with the nail pierced
relate
If you Ain't neva gripped a gun nigga we can not relate
No Relation
Oh No
No Relation
No Relation
Oh no
No Relation
No Relation
Oh no
No Relation
don't mention
To the public
Cause they don't have relation
Did I mention
Did I mention
Did I mention
My pen and paper struck you out the blue
Did I
Nard and B
It's gon' be okay, okay, oh, it's gon' be okay
Me and my niggas, we don't play with you, it's gon' be okay
I don't want no relations
man waitin by the monkey bars
Tradin all his ball cards
And they promised him a gold star
And they told him he could go far
Hey Mr. Bluelegs
not
Silly bitch
You ain’t my type
Only want u for one night
Call yo phone when I want something
Can’t see me wit you in public
I just want a bag full
man talking on the radio
Said we're all doomed to the inferno
Baby we could be the ones to start the fire
Let's rob a bank babe, make it public
Burn
Crying in public's an unfortunate thing
A woman in love is a delicate thing
And a woman who's sad for no reason at all
Will be crying in public
public with my friends Looking
Listen to your issues, worry bout your problems
Don't let no man mistreat you or lead you on
I'ma roll with you, it's your
that shit, light that shit, smoke it (it's been a long time for this man
Niggaz been sleeping on the kid, man, everybody got some sideway shit to say)
dinner
What them man got ain't big
My side of the six, guns that's bigger
Louis, Chanel, Celine on me
It's clear, I'ma public dripper
Still might do
to keep you waitin' 'cause I've been cultivatin'
Thuggish through my duration
Doin' to public relations
Countin' money and doin' TV shows
I can't
Now come in all G.P. crew
This one is dedicated to you
Whether you're black, brown, pink or blue
General Public come back for true.
Here comes
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