Lyrics:
Hey there, teenage Baltimore!
Don't change that channel!
'Cause it's time for the Corny Collins Show!
Brought to you by
Ultra Clutch Hairspray!
never thought of me
Ramones had a lobotomy, so spin me like your pottery
I will be your poster child
You know the world is ours for a little while
indeed, 'cause we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
[Ja Rule]
Ain't nobody touchin da ground dat I walk
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
doubt, son)
For niggas don't know how to act
Yo, NYC,U-N-I-verse, seriously
Havoc and P, Queens niggas, so it seem to be
Monopolize, strategies
To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot
of the sun
There is no rhyme or reason
Just a time for each and every one
Hang on Mr. Barnum
Hang on Jenny Lind
We will meet you in streets of gold
Where
makes you want to cry
When the whole world seems against you
And you don't know why
In the battle against your demons
I, I will be your shield
When
kid
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I am not as fine as I seem, pardon
Me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens
Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again.
Don't lose your confidence if you slip,
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick
the temperature that's risin'
Steppin' on that ladder, tryna
Grab the rings of Saturn I'ma
Planet by the time you hear this
Shit and chatter about to heat
It
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again.
Don't lose your confidence if you slip,
Be grateful for a pleasant trip,
And pick
will pull up with the ting and just shave
No sorrys
The ting is off safety mate
Bro just double Tap
Like your name is shotty Shane
I'm a 5 figure kid
I called you all together for in just an hour or two
There'll be an auction on the square that just might interest you
It's the first time I
in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't happen
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
So how many little kids still wanna act like me?
I'm a bigger prick than cacti be (yeah)
And that's why these (what?)
Words sting just like you were
pack more punch than Tropical
Any mission possible, do what I gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you
You think you know,
I
Reach out for you if that feels good to me
And the riders will not stop us
Cause the only love they'll find is paradise
No the riders will not
as they turned black and blue
I'm the son of a son of a headstrong man
So, defensive so full of foolish pride
But I just will not lose you, baby
And I
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
just don't seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's
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