Lyrics:
On a tropic sea sand
If your hand's in my hand
I won't be blue
Way up on a mountain
Way down in a valley
I know I'll be happy
Any place anywhere
I
some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Been deep in every
your hand's in my hand
I won't be blue
Way up on a mountain
Way down in a valley
I know I'll be happy
Any place anywhere
I don't care
In
up on these hoes, I'm going viral
Jackboy, I sell his ass a brick of flour
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible
Hand on my gun, hand on my bible
Hand
the same fit for three days, I'm getting up early (that's perfect)
I'm Mr. Perfect, got my Momma's house refurbished (Mr. Perfect)
(aye) I have always
her hand?
Would you cheat with her sister?
Do you march to her band?
And when you're by yourself
With a drink in one hand
Do you break your
bread nigga
Hey, I'm a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let
sun
Old Black Swan where oh where is my lover now
I had given him a kiss and a golden ring
And a golden ring
I had given him a kiss of fire
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
the evenin?I could hear him sing
I got to walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself
For nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by
Oh yeah, oh yeah (yeah) pull up, pull up
Pull up, on gang (Oh woah)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice Cream man (Cream)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
strong
Salinas, Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short ones, tall ones, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls, ready
Mr. Briefcase
Can you keep pace, Mr. Briefcase?
What do you keep in that bag of tricks?
Is there anything at all in that briefcase?
If I sign my
Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby (yeah)
I been overseas goin' crazy (yeah)
I can tell you love it when we made up (ayy)
Black
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
with me
Now I wanna see you get your hands up
Shorty wanna shake it for me
Ladies if you with me, get your hands up
Shake it, shake it, shake it for
I know just what you done with that man
The ropes on the windows
Tattoo your hands
Look at you, you're a bird and a bee
Should've known that'd be
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
If I say so, know they gon' ride
I know G's, and you know they ain't nice
If I pop up, I'ma want it, but I get by
the leopardskin upholstery
He trundled along to Paramount
To hand Cecil B our hopeless opus
My work was over i was feeling no pain
Locked up like John the Baptist
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm a slave to your games
I'm just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna
hands
Story of a quarryman
Left my home with the shirt on my back
Built my empire on a dry haystack
To break it down a one by one
And back in Cali
and over here I
Have Mr malcolm Evans who
Through thick and thin
Would surely like to say a word
Of greeting at this festive occasion
Merry Christmas,
question mark"
Written on the back of my hand!
I'd be fine if you'd just walked by,
But you had to talk about why
You were wrong and I was right.
But
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