Lyrics:
And I ain't mad, mama, no, no no no
Wait a minute, listen mama
Look what they done to my song, ma
Look what they done to my song, ma
The only thing
have done
Look what they have done
I done lost my patience I was once known for
Stupid motherfucker waitin' on a phone call
Didn't learn that his father
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
A-a-a-hhh! (pray, pray, and we pray, pray, pray)
Ooohhh! (and we pray, pray, pray) whoooo!
What have we done to the world?
(to the world, world,
Look what they done to my song ma
Look what they done to my song
Well it's the only thing
That I could do half right
And it's turning out all
I'd never have to come out and look at
What they done to my song
Look what they done to my brain, ma
Look what they done to my brain
Well they
I'd never have to come out and look at
What they done to my song
Look what they done to my brain, ma
Look what they done to my brain
Well they
the arse to be quite blunt, sir, excuse my French but ...
(They have reached BRIAN and MANDY's house. MANDY goes in. BRIAN gives the
BEGGAR a coin.)
BRIAN
Look what they've done to my song, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well, it's the only thing I
Could do half right
And it's turning out all
Look what they've done to my song, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing I could do half right
And it's turning out all
the other one!
ARTHUR: I am. And this my trusty servant Patsy. We have
ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights
who will join me
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
LOOK WHAT THEY DONE TO MY SONG, MA.
LOOK WHAT THEY DONE TO MY SONG.
WELL, IT`S THE ONLY THING
I COULD DO HALF RIGHT,
AND IT`S TURNING
find a real good book
I'd never have to come out and look at
What they done to my song
Maybe it'll all be all right ma
Maybe it'll all be OK
Well if
shoes
But every night we would run the streets
Nigga, fuck growlin'
It was nights I heard my stomach speak
Then I started pumpin' that bass
Like they done
Look what they've done to my song, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing that I could do half right
And now it's turning out
like
My pockets knocked up
I flip work pockets fat like
They bout to give birth
I got molly stones Patrone and zones of that
Niggas done started
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
disrespected artist (come)
So I had to write a song about this, 'cause they always take my words and twist it (song)
Believe me it's hard to admit all this
What's happenin', man? This TIP, you know?
I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody
To the grave, to the streets,
Look what they've done to my song, ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing
That I could do half right
And it's turning out all
, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
How ya doin ma
Yeah come on ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel
, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
How ya doin ma
Yeah come on ma,
What up you in a rush,
What's going on ma, you can keep going ma
But in dis cruel
Tell me what type of time are you on
Deamons they rome in the song
They tell me im toxic maybe your toxic
Reasons im writing this song YEAH
If i load my
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