Lyrics:
time, folks
I first got to hear Mason at our Singers and Songbirds Songwriter Festival back in April
hosted by my non-profit, Roots in the Round, and when
a gangster
I ain’t gon’ eat her, but I’m gon’ bang her
A few actresses, a few singers
A few models, I got all of the new models
Business is business, I live by
There is a place in the sun and the sand
There is a place by the sea
Where no one can find you, woman or man
This is a place to be free, feel free
fellas
Man you fried, throw a wrench at your
Propeller
Queen tell me it's whatever, man I do so now, yeah, just tell me it's whatever, yeah, I'm
A rapper
is haunted
Believe us, you shoulda seen us, like Wile E. Coyote, man super genius
Against all odds like Serena and Venus
I only had a couple jobs
ain't no better nigga
I'm a rapper, I'm a singer
Only like me cause my fingers
Hop up in that coupe, swervin' out the whip
HEMI engine or the AMG, it
and turned by the transvestite's dance
It isn't Naomi it's the Marlboro Man
If you want to run I understand
The night dies on a daily basis
The solar orbit
[Intro:]
Yeah man you know it's glad to be back where it started from Jamaica
East, west coast YOU KNOW!!! Motherf**kers same thing... Come on!!!!
to LC, DJB, and S. Havoc, love y'all man
(Versatile, versa-tile)
Coronavirus got y'all lookin' stupid
Nasty ass nose, that's what y'all are fuckin'
NO ONE KNOWS HIS REAL NAME
In a dingy upstairs hotel room
With views across the street
The singer awakes and blinks his eyes
To lose the dull
a psychopath
But half the time, while I'm scramblin and gamblin to pay the rent
I'm livin day by day and cent by cent
By the end of the week my knees feel weak,
it is yo, D-Az, straight in
Yo, I am a rapper slash and singer-songwriter
From when I was a young guy
Even up to this day
Man are tryna drag me under
Woke up in a European with a singer
She said she just can't wait to get home and cook me dinner
Curry chicken for the soul, man, I'm feeling like
the man on stage
No
Never thought that I would get to see the world
Love and miss the band everyday
But I headed out to California for margaritas by
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
he's just a Plastic Paddy, singin' Plastic Paddy songs
In a Plastic Paddy pub that they call The Blarny Stone
The publican's a proddy Scot by the name
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
Cook man on the winger
I made a cross for an opp Danny Alves
I made him late, death married to his finger
Got my blade on my lap inna dinger
We've all heard the wise man say that
Rome wasn't built in a day
And there's only so much that one man can do
Well who said that man can't be you?
I
make it, I couldn't take it
I tried to square up, it's too hard I couldn't fake it
And now I see why, since I was knee high
I swore to live and die by
singer takes the stage
He whips the mic in an ardent way
And now the girls begin to blush
Never had they've been so terribly touched
By such
gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
bad bad sinner
Gangster singer
light my ciga
Omo wey my schinap
rap : verse 1
Get high Get drunk
Stay up Win on
Wonle dina
giran
I've been saved by the grace of your love
Hallelujah to the power above
I've been raised by the grace of your love
Oh, praise ye to the power
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