Lyrics:
a dollar and a dream for if not to make change with?"
Mr. Mistake Maker time taker Walled Laker
Used as a guitar by my pops as the record player plays
But
white doves
In the sports we play we are the finalist
People be playing you wrong im tidda dis
The love that i have for you is vigorous
Treat you with
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
this bitty beat it got you groving
'Cause I ain't tryna be another history class
Pray you never gotta look at me through a glass
Fake a good smile like I
Used to be thirsty, now I'm off that sour tip
I'm over water with the chick from custin Powers playing battleshits
Turds float, but I obliterate hope
So
a sword
I'm slayin these bitches
I do it for sport
Fuck bein a good girl
I rather be a savage
Fuck bein a beauty queen
I rather be a bad bitch
I don't
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
well I give
P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
I'm down for our
talk about sports and bitches/ hate you when you have dreams of rags to riches/ if you acting this kinda black you must rap with some niggas/ this other
shit
Sick of you niggas talking ‘bout who they clapped at on wax
This time I’m riding for mines
The game’s fucked up by design
Don’t gotta tell nobody
my game up now i'm winning
Yeah man i remember those days
Quick temper bull headed i remember those ways
Sports center was my dream but i was stuck in
be cool
Hush little lady
Don't you cry
Gonna bet that
I could show you
How to have a good time
Like me and you
Playin' after school
Long time now I'm back
D. O
Scares on my body
Body my link
Don get back be Rocky
Nobody but all me
Living by dead
Fed on your neck
Dont gotta be owin
a fee
Oh, you outside really thuggin'? Till we leave em ' by a tree
Oh, you think you be on hot shit? Pop em like some grease
Yeah, I'm too cold for yo
ain't Bob Digitech
But what did you expect
Life wouldn't be so rough?
Punching through the speaker, pulling out the plugs
Dusted and feeling blue
My
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
the real A to take back over the game, it's that time
Shawty poppin' ass fat, so I'm feelin' like she worth it
This cash I'm finna be servin', feelin' like
Bob
Runnin' up with Fetti Lucianio, try me, nigga must be smokin' Bobby (baow, baow, baow)
They scream, "Ah, ah, ah," he get bodied (ah, ah, ah, ah)
We've got Gina, Gladys, Clive
Scotty, Abbott, Big Bob Katter
It's good to be alive
How good is Australia
And how good is cotton
Water thieves while we're
emotions
You know how it is
Raised by a lady
No daddy no brother my Ma did the mostest
Work three jobs, took five kids
To four different sports
And she still
take
For HECS sake
Are you awake
Pardon Me
Forgive Student debt
Live without sports bet
Indexation
Inflation
Housing affordability Conversation
Aitch
H
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
Because we're sick and fuckin' tired
Of being mistreated by the undefeated
Power to the seat that can't be beat
Probably gone is the head that make
This is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt
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