Lyrics:
that,
That's as good as good can be
Kathy do you remember when I,
Fell in love with one of your friends and,
We left you by yourself.
Your were
that?s as good as good can be
Kathy do you remember when I,
fell in love with one of your friends and,
we left you by yourself.
Your were all torn up
Können besonders auf. Während des Songs nimmt Kathy Wigman den einen oder anderen Schluck und man merkt, dass sie immer betrunkener wird.
Guys and girls
down his tongs
For the single
Meek wants an irrefutable pop song
"I can see a crowd of people singing it, "
He says of his pick
Which they're
Shades of gold, small and bright, speak to me through miles and miles
They seem to be a mystery, the way they read me perfectly and
I wrote a song
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
The Journeys always tougher for the strong
Life's a bitch tryna fuck her cuz I truly long
Use my best verbs just to write this song
Cuz I'm feeling
songs, trees are songs, I sing along, I sing along
And what we got, son?
New slurs, new verbs
New curves, new nouns, new sounds
New pounds, new
break
You Chatty Kathy's stay Awake
These songs I'm gonna Make
Think twice about the Price paid
And just how much you Take
I'll brag at the end of days
Poisoned by pop songs and fairy tale clichés
Building pedestals of Babel till you're mugged by malaise
That's a con that's designed just to sell you a sack
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
right now
From front to back, left to right, to put both hands
In the sky right now before we get to the next song
I got any hip-hop fans out there?
I'm from there's no one that's quite as nice
When we grab the mic MC's go on strike
Closed by psyche dynamite and such
My vocabulary got
Overworked and under heard, yeah it hurts
But fill my lungs with herbs and listen how I spit the verbs
Gasoline fuels the burns, I just made it worse
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
"So am I"
He sat down and played me a song by the grease rack
When he finished singin' he gave me a smile
And I closed my eyes and pondered awhile
wreck I rip a rhyme I ??
My rap is right I write a rip-and-ready rock song
Call on the brother to come and get dumb
Until the def drum come as they
everyday we make
We're gonna kill the game, target aim
Heading for your country new songs to play
I just wanna get low till my forehead scrapes
the notes below word for word for the whole song since it's about writing and this below is my writing concept, very cool idea if I can pull it off, okay
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In the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Somebody wake me up
From my teenage dream
Please don't be alarmed by my childhood trauma
I always find the humour
I used to sing songs at the break of the day
Zip a de do da, zip a dee ay
Workin' myself into a frenzy
But I don't do that no more no way
I
just letting the breeze run By my cheeks
Thinking I don't need nun But some air pods and R&B cuts
Radiating love so I receive much from the source asking
guess what?
We still made out this bitch strong
And if we never would've struggled
I could never write this song
So I'm glad that you gave me this life
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