Lyrics:
was stuck in the mud, aint nobody could see me
All by my lonely, I feel like im speaker
Knockin' the boots now lil baby she fiendin'
I got the juice,
breaks you up
Change can be the thing that shakes you up
shawty, she gon' play and she gon' play it by the book
She gon' have you shakin' in your boots
You'd think that it was fantasy
You'd think that it was all a dream
The way things happening
When we turn it into history
You'd think that it was
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
we stop them? All of the Bad Boyz
And all of the white noise that they produce
How do we foster human connection when peer mediated by Zuckerberg’s
and she'll make you a man
Son only, a good woman can
That's the only thing that's gonna make you a man
Eatin snake won't do it
Body by Jake won't do it
Put
salaries ell them hit a rich flex bros
So pass that cart back to me you just sit back and see
I wash the track like buying thrift store clothes
I got boots
expect us to capitulate?
Dodging debris that still ricochets
I kick my feet up by the filled ashtrays
I’ve strayed too many pathways to be allowed faith
I gotta to give yo ass the boot
Truth is
This is my last straw
You can go ask straw
Tried to give that nigga the lead
But mo ain't no ex - tra
Tried
I hope you get, a bad taste in your mouth when you say my name
Well that's fine by me ain't nothing changed
I'm sure you'd love to hear my sweet
and Hearst they thinkt hey got us.
Do they got us?
//Newsies//
NO!
//Jack//
Even though we ain't got hats or badges,
We're a union just by sayin so!
name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind
How I'm a hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And Molly boots the next door
I'm getting
name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind
How I'm a hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And Molly boots the next door
I'm getting
a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
Which robbed me of the sight of the morning sun
And that ain't all
shoot
The things on my mind wanna know what i'm bout and the thoughts in the boot
She told me shoot
I told her i got you but my energy ain't that fucking
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
ruined his thinkin' (no)
The way gang ripped him, dipped him, ching him, ching him
Tomahawk, run him and kill him (yeah, yeah)
The things that I think,
told you I'm fine
Get out of my mind
I told you it's mine
Cause I used to let it pass by and
Pay it no mind
Cause I didn't mind
Working on things that
soccer is the actual game that Dribbles loves to play
He looks just like a football with little hands and feet
He's probably the friendliest guy you'd ever
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become
There's a dark
Yuh
When they shoot
It goes pew
Cuz that shits on mute
Fuckin on your bitch
On the weekend
That lil bitch she be tweakin
I'm surrounded by some fake
and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
Now ya blocked off most of Main Street for your faith parade
Well,
and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
Now ya blocked off most of Main Street for your faith parade
Well,
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