Lyrics:
student said to me --
was it really true there are elephants and lions too
in Piccadilly Circus?
Walked down by the bathing pond
to try and catch some sun.
and try to play Santa
But they don't sell marriage no more
Guess bein' all alone ain't so scary no more (guess not)
Guess our lives ain't for sharin' no
her some indo
Tongue-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm
Maybe he's a groundhog and I don't know
Winter freeze up, seize up, knees up
Summers and it's time to go
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
loved by his mother
Give you a calls
For the
Thing upstairs
She brings him his night time brown and flask
Sews up his nighttime brown and mask
You
a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love
spent
The pain of government
No matter what you say, you don't pay
Here they come to take it away
So don't give it up
Don't give up
You don't give
night to give (yeah)
I wanna live in the city of dreams (ooh, yeah)
First time, I drove it, but the next time, I own it, yeah (I own it)
Live by
paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Chrys' case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no
no pain
I'm done, uh-uh
I got stung!
Now, don't think I'm complainin'
I'm might be pleased we met
'Cause you give me
One little peck
to land it in my backyard
Quarterback shotgun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch, I ball hard, breakin' all the backboards
Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I
I know ev'rybody wants to be your man
I don't want to tie you up, go ahead, you're free
And I never want to scar you with my brand
We could live
oh yeah
Trial by, trial by fire
Never gonna give it up, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
People say I'm crazy
They don't understand
They haven't got a clue,
of the brave and free (well damn officer what did I do?)
Free just to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay
no pain
I'm done, uh-uh
I got stung!
Now, don't think I'm complainin'
I'm might be pleased we met
'Cause you give me
One little peck
paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Chrys' case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
all you want is wealth, they perceive it as greed
So as you loaded up that MAC and continue to bust
I was on paper, thinkin' they don't give a fuck
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
How y'all feelin' tonight?
I don't give a damn
Mama, I'm leavin' ?way from home to join the circus
And, Papa, I'm going to that place
Where
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place
Tell me that you don't feel alright
When your lioness' by your side
You feel like the king of the Jungle
Wild live, wild love, that is all I want
it up (Six)
Give it up, give it up, give it up
Give it up (Jheeze)
I'm in my bag again, don't get you mad again
Booty so big that they
Think you're
lit for your love
(Live for your love)
Lit for your love baby (Straight up!)
That's that don't play, whoo, that's that new Ye
People sayin' I'm
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