Lyrics:
Well sure my movie part it won't be played by Al Pacino
Well, I hope you're not thinking I'm exactly Mr. Clean, though
As a kid, was in sin, and no
a scar on my face
As you shake my hand
And notice that's theirs actually a scar on face
America
Wronged a race
Satire a face
Just blinded by the dream
I
It’ll Have to Do
Written by Jimmy Andrews © 2022
A drive-thru biscuit ain’t no breakfast
A couple hours sleep won’t mean restful
Postin’ a photo
because)
Dripped in Givenchy
(Just because)
Qwan don't be with that fakin
I'm dreaded from head to toe but bitch I ain't no Haitian
I take yo hoe and dirty
Diddy
Performing on that show
Where the hostname Jimmy
Fallon, still I be wilding
Like I'm a wildling
This ain't no game of thrones
Yet I am a king
Only
on some zen shit. Hit bottom, then transend it, be like water and seek the low levels men abhor flow to beats and blend it, with the voice of kings
But we'll focus on just today then
1 by 1 we take these steps
Just Like a cadence
So gracious for the ones that hated
Ecstatic (now)You've shown your
through the week
Cuz Jimmy just turned thirty
cnd cdam stopped getting stoned
I'm just scared that I might be alright with my life
But I'm not cuz its
be a turnt summer
X to the motherfucking X
Got my shirt covered
Jimmy, he like Neutron with it
He'll blast his ass
On the dark web punching shit
Feel
Words and music by jimmy nail
You wake up in a dlfferent bed
Forgotten every word you said
Do you recognise the person next to you ?
You're sneeking
it's Cardi B
Holy shit I got a lot dark in me
They say therapy
I say pardon me
They go hard on me
I go hard on me
They are sparking me
But they
like most, I'm unseen like ghost
You know me, never been the type to exaggerate
No, never had a dad to raise me to be the man that I am today
Never asked
dear
Won't we be something?
A weekend in Boston
The fall air in our clothes
I'll get lost in this bed with you
And never find my way home
So
backs
Uh
Careful how you step
The flow known to be deadly
Fuck the middle man
I’m high off my own medley
Yall been actin goofy I noticed that you
jar and be gay oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Steel it Jeff
Hey Johnny, why don't you fiddle a round
Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau
live she wanna see me lose
Know that I could buy you LV or Jimmy Choo
You better not try nothin' crazy, gonna be on the news
Tell that you was mine
I just had to go
She was cussin' as we hit the road
Said, "You'll be wanted, mister, dead or alive
If you don't make it back home by five."
Chorus 1:
laid ain't hard
You won't find tacos or cats on Mars
And lemon's the worst Rancher by far
I know burgers are good with fries and bats are as they should
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa)
I'm so tired of all this guile
Homo's saying they're not perverted
It's an alternative lifestyle
Law enforcement,
This wound cannot be patched
as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black
Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflicter, a mirror
the circus gotta spot clown
Used to be in Phoenix with seabring clean af with the muhfucking top down
Bumping Top Dawg after Take Care
Thinking do I wanna stay
will be out by a lake in my underwear
Catching dinner with my hands
Forest Service Road
Don't Care Which Number
It's so Critical
For this Pine Tree
on the phone, but they won't come and do it
So many problems with this blunt, but I'ma still face it
I'm getting chased by these hoes like my name Franklin
A lot
The Rocket, Concorde and TSR-2
A lineage of mothers to daughters
Like tragic Campbells from father to son
Oates may yet be some time
And Jimmy still grieves
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