Lyrics:
clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's
he'd mimic my walk and he'd mimic my talk
Like my shadow he just tagged me around
Even had to be checked every time I was checked by the navy doc over
And all these racks looking like I gotta pack
Ima boss look at my talk
Look at my walk
Aye
Yea I gotta get to packing
And I stay smacking
And little bitch,
performing procedures
Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but
"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's
the morning I’ll be
Right in the line just to see
You step in with a order small black cappuccino with a little bit of sweet
I peeped
You always end up behind
body to the forest
And fornicate with it but that's because I'm in love with you, cunt
I just wanna talk, and conversate
'Cause I usually just stalk
hand girl, I know where you´ve been
Up the flag pole and back down again
Walk on water or sink or swim
When you´re with me well our Lord Jesus he
When I get a little money
I'm gonna buy a fishing boat
But it's only an excuse
Just to sit and talk with you
I'm gonna buy us a fishing boat
You can't
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
Hair a little funky with the frizz
Teeth a little crooked, just a bit
The things don't make you beautiful girl
Might intervene your path and soul girl
scaring me still is that little bill by my bed.
You’re a charity case but you’re filling my head
That’s bass ackwards.
Can we get it correct?
I heard that
problems get out of hand
Just have a little talk with Jesus, He'll understand
Your change is coming and it won't be to long
You gotta Keep Holdin' On
Keep
it's just us horny poets
Who can't wait to write it down
Swear we were only being honest
Do you like these little sonnets?
'Cause I wrote them just
bigger Sinner
With a Bigger trigger than a mister piggy
Hit em with a boom boom bada bang
Little pretty missy on ma brain (ha)
I be really kidding when I
don't talk shit
Your amazing, it's so crazy I just lost it
What's up little shawty, why you leaving
I just came here by myself to put my feet in
When we
Yeah…Yo…
Cdubz back at you with another one man
(He Back) Little Freestyle…Listen
(Yeah)
But couldn't get it
All these niggas they talk about riches
watch how you drive
Cause we in the whip with the hammers
We pull up on your strip and do damage
I'ma turn your little bitch to a dancer
I can tell by
y'all
That's tipical talk when they dick hard
They just wanna little pussy mama that's all
It's like fourth down, two yards fuck it they goin for it
How
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
fucked eighteen prostitutes a night!
'Course, I'm dead now
I'm up here in Heaven, Lou Gehrig is up Here with me
God love Lou Gehrig, Jesus Christ, poor
But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just
a strong love for vulnerability
Confession, creativity, compassion
And an acceptance of when I'm inconsistent
I don't just talk to God I actually meet with
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
said:
â?? Look, you know, these bombs are nothing special, just, just a little smoke
And he said:
â?? Well, we can get much better things for you.
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