Lyrics:
with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus
Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson
The survey said I'm hot in right in your apartment
This Brick City,
lacquer
Speakers forgive lies
I'm not running away
The circulation makes her crazy
She's not here to stay
She just came by to shoot you baby
bewitched by you so?
Oh, no! not in springtime!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!
I've got no time for fairy stories
I'm not a little girl
So you can leave me all alone
And turn of the lights as well
If you were frightened
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
not a Rollie
Richard Millie on me ms off of Sony
I can never stress about a bitch
'cause that's the old me whole world mine
I be feelin' like I'm Tony
a prayer
Well I've spent a reckless night inside the wonder
Of your everlasting charm
Now I'm haunted by geography and the flora
And the fauna of your
the lonely days
In return for those midsummer nights
[Chorus]
Making your love to me only
Running forever, I?m following you
And I'm not afraid
For
It's time to get ill
I'm not the type of person who like to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail,
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
Along came the FFV, the swiftest on the line
Running o'er the C&O road just 20 minutes behind
Running into Seville headquarters on the line
not a single flaw, nah, nah, nah
My bag different, count up mad chicken
From New York, she like my accent, I make her act different
She want Richard
the sweat to run
Down the crack of my ass like Niagra yeah
That's hot enough for me
No I wanna look like I'm
Lactating under my man titties
That's hot enough
hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
For I am a bard but not the last one
I'm am the king and this
Richard Millie look metallic
Might go get my bro a Rolly, two tone look like Michael Jackson
AP running OK I’m sooner, my watch 28K you boomer
Yo girl
as well be strippin' in Chippendales
Naked with nothing but just a Richard Mill' (woo)
Bitch, I'm rich for real, you just pigeon shit on the windshield
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Couldn't rap this over some super sad shit
Guess I'm running from it
Where do thoughts go in nights where God is not awake?
Nightmares got youngins
Or on a wintry evening when you catch the fire's glow
If ever I would leave you, how could it be in springtime
Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so
Why are we racing to be so old?
I'm up late pacing the floor
I won't be told
You have your reservations
I'm bought and sold
I'll face the music
I'll
your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not
more time to decide on?
When it's killing me, when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I
running down the street
Know where I'm running to
I'm tired of honesty being denied us
I'm coming looking for you
Don't hold me down, I'm on my way
It was down by Christ Church that I first met with
Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father had come from Dungannen
.jpeg/275px-Harpo_Marx_playing_the_harp_(cropped).jpeg "Harpo Marx")
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