Lyrics:
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So throw me a line
Throw me a line
Throw me a line
The current of my current situation got me feeling so damn low
Like Davey Jones an old
hindsight's, a nasty old bag of tricks
Come on boys let's go its one-two-three-four-five-six
No matter what I do I always screw up
I laugh and smirk to hide my
Space funk
Feelin' down, wearin' a frown, say, that ain't cool
Work's a drag, the same old bag, say, there's something you can do
Put on them
Flex picks
All those snacks are really really good but they don't compare
To a big old bag of Pizza Goldfish
Pierce's piano, I'm a gay fish
The pizza
counts
So I am not hesitation
Never wanna be anxious
For you are your presence
You know it's true, that I'm the same as you
I still have that old bag
clutching that big old bag of gold
she begged and pleaded on her hands and knees
and said please dont go no more
theres an open hole
in that leather belt for
abandoned..
..Dying!
Lost in the desert of life,
I put a knee to the ground.
You stay focus on your way,
Leaving me like an old bag!
Holy! I didn't think i'd
to the cash out, I need a big old bag
I ain't worried about nun today, just smoking some gas and fuckin that bitch with some ass
Ain't have shit, of course I'm
left
(Woo!)
I'm on the move, (move) like I got something to prove, I walk fast and I'm certified smooth, with a big old bag up under my bicep, don't
you sick
Lit, I can't fall victim to they tricks
They just like females bringing up shit that don't exist
Got a old bag, brought out new cash for
to their same old fads
Every other bxtch got the same old bag
Every other bxtch got the same old ass
Every other bxtch got the same old face
Everybody hit
fellow dressed in rags
With apple cores in old bags
Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight
He said, "I should a read these books years ago
You know it
New money lotta fast cars yeah I'm outta here
Party boy crowd surf wave yeah I'm outta here
Get a new bag fliped old one I'm outta here
High-speed
pulled up topless
It just got imported here
Hey
I just saw the prettiest girl
Told that bitch get over here
Hey
I blow bags got old school
Money like
d'où tu viens
Gucci and Louis, I get in my bag
For sure my old bitch yeah she out the map
At least a bad bitch and a hundred adds
Can not hear your
Said I'm really bag now
Cuz the old me in the past now
Front and center Fuck a background
Sick and tired of bein last down
Come in peace but I won't
alright?
Now before we go out shaggin' the night,
We drive around insulting every bugger in sight,
Hre's and old bag, just the job,
Right lads, lets get
meal of milk and wheat
I opened a vein and bled to your feet
Variety, variety, thatæ?¯ what I like to see
Joy the world you dirty old bag
This is
kept the family together
I remember Mama in a happy way
She packed our lunch in an old greasy bag
It might've seemed empty
But it was more than
Pack up your troubles in your old gym bag
You gotta dance to the tune of Bolivian Ragamuffin
I'll take short breaks, love her to the outbreaks
Doo dah round the racetrack, then repeat
Oh doo dah day
I win my money on a bobtail nag, doo dah
Doo dah
I keep my money in an old tow bag, oh
Doo dah
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag,
Somebody bet on de bay.
Old muley cow come on to de track, doo-dah! doo-dah!
De bob-tail
ransacked
Too out-of-body to know
So close to twilight
Still lost in search of flight
Blue sky or the same old bag that caved in on me
Can't deny what I
to it
Blowing money like my nigga, Big Meech used to do it
Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag
Three to four hundred cash just to make them
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