Lyrics:
ain't got what I need
'Cause I'm waiting my to undress my hippie queen
It's all right now
I'm fingering my big black shiny nine
Nuts and bolts
could get in my big lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home
Now, up to now my
get in my big lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.
Now, up to now my plan
with the shooters, I'm headed straight to the money, nonstop
And I be hangin' with shooters, I'm runnin' straight to the money, nonstop
Like I run
I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter
I came out two days on your tail
Those two bald-headed days in November
Before the first snowflakes sail
Out
I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter
I came out two days on your tail
Those two bald-headed days in November
Before the first snowflakes sail
Out
And every morning before I'm awake
I walk around the world to make sure she's alright
And every evening 'fore I bolt the door
I give the stars
lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.
Now, up to now my plan went all right
'Til we
cffi Title Mi Name
Man c Flow Like Water (Yeah)
Gyal Call Mi Daddy But Dem Not My Daughter
High Like The Moon Fly Like c Saucer (Yeah)
Gyal Wah Mi Pull
lost
He carry his own water as nary a known other
Go halves on the carrion
Carry-on bolt cutters
Not a towel boy or cow to the slaughter
I leave
together
Something brand new
Oh no
Nuts and bolts
A new state of mind
Magnetic
Kinda frantic
But I like it
I'm all for something difficult
When I provide it
the basement
Rolling all our hopes in little balls
?
He's shooting bolts and get it no way
Rolling up hopes and get it no way
Friends have all left you get
When the sun goes down better be where you want to go
Pull the window shades, dim the lantern and bolt the door
There's some kinda evil fixing
down lower East Side with my niggas)
(I have no idea where I was)
(I was on my way to a family reunion)
(In a car on the Long Island expressway headed
got a bolt of fishing tackle
And Marge got her gardening clips
And Sally LaBiche put her hound on a leash
And the timer on the quiche, she's kind
really want it
I Don't Think They Want It
I-I Don't think they want it
brand new whip but I push it like it's stolen
7-11 a nigga keep rollin'
I'm headed
to find
Through the daylight hours we're crossing over
Towards an unknown village for refuge
Before the tide breaks before the horses bolt
We gather
Now she pulling all on my drawls lil baby just give me head
She run from my dick like Usain Bolt damn girl you fast
She led me on and she made me think
The blind siren, RIP
The screaming eagle, RIP
The jittery white-shirted Manc, RIP
The square-headed bad Mother, RIP
Two insects, RIP
That beautiful
flying by
Headed down south to Orlando for the winter
My oh my, can they sure play
I saw a new one just today, hey!
Singin' "We're the young
Taking what I need on the run with me
I'm the pilot in control
Feeling like I'm getting light headed for a minute
Cause I'm flying higher
Flying higher
Yeah
Tornado
Usain bolt
I stay woke
Cherry faygo
I got some cables
Playing halo
I just lay low
Yeah, I stay alone
On board
Cruising yeah I'm on board
dives I had 9 lives
I sing my song till the break of dawn then I get away
I'm traveling on through the wind and the rain
A lightning bolt through
pass ya
Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock
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