Lyrics:
Give him a white streak, Claire Saffitz
Tonguing his ass, I'm sticking my stache in
Damn, "right in front of my salad?"
Filling his blank, like a Mad Lib
skin
There's a million places I would've rather been
Families young and old are gathering
Now the victim staggers in
Things are getting tense
The crowd
All my ice and all my trees, all my bitches in love with me
Rock star life, the life we lead, surrounded by rock stars
My niggas rocking gold like
but you don't show paper
Your girl on my roster just like a pro player
Bari baby in this bitch, beast mode like I'm Lynch
I cant fuck with lil' shawty
got shit to prove them
Niggas wanna stab me in my back so I'm removing them
They know better coming over here
This shit get dangerous
Lynch mob when we
the broken-hearted
Heartless United Snakes of America
Controlled by those who say they are Jews
And ain't nothing but a replica
The way of the heathen will be
last name should be lynch (Marshawn)
That bitch gon' take her mile, even though you gave a inch (She'll take it)
All this green in my pocket remind me
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
by an old stone wall
She spied two pretty babes playing at ball
Down by the greenwood side
Oh, pretty babies if you were mine
Low down in
I met my love by the gasworks wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds
I met my love by the gasworks wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by
Ellington in the Uber ride
Ridin by my old high school
Now I school the high
Deeper than a scuba dive
Who am I? I I I I just believe
That actions define you
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
By your side
I wanna be by your side
Oh oh
It's okay
By your side
I wanna be by your side
It's okay
I'll be
Oh oh
By your side where I reside
the place where I like to reside
Out in the field by this old park bench
It's been here for years and years
And still it makes me want to cheer
Oh dear I
cups and an old copy of Marie Claire
And he switches on the coffee machine
That of course works like a dream
Catches sight of his reflection in
a land where we'll never grow old
In that beautiful home, where we'll never more roam
We shall be in that sweet by and by
Happy praise to the King
I'd love to stop it! ( Watchin' the trains go by! )
How I'd love to hop it!
Wish I had a ticket that I can't afford ( Ho Ho Ho! )
Hear that old
act so phoney got them ear plugs it's the same old stories
They kick me to the curb when I'm down
Sit by my, sit by my, sit by my self
They don't know
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
bread that I’ve been making got my old friends in the pass by by
All this money got my head gone by by
All this power got my head gone by by
All this
of the sorrow that he was suppressing
They said, By Allah, you will never cease remembering Joseph until you become weak
With old age, or until you are dead
He
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