Lyrics:
In life it's Seven Deadly Sins, so I pray for Redemption
Locked in like R. Kelly, but this pot is not for pissin
Santa just sent me some mail, he
Yeah
I'm hella smooth so you know I gotta keep it
P
Like R. Kelly
When you with me in this life everything free
Like we stealing
Keep a mask
Woah, uh
You ready Kelly? Woah
Pick up the guitar
Let’s go
You’re everything that a friend should be
Oh my God, my friends are free
I keep them by
chick said that
I pulled on her hair too. It's kellys, listen up all women
I sweat weaves out, you should call me Richard Simons,
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
I tried to write a rap song
It didn't take me that long
'Cause I rushed it
So the words are shit and the tune
Will get right on your tit's
My rhymes
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
my eye and let you know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what u say
He's so fly
And he's so coo
Hey shawty (Hey shawty)
What it do
He mad
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
with complications
Too in to be losin' money, too old to be time wastin'
Man, people that don't even listen to rap still buy my tape
Only Beats By
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
I'll Stand By You
Thomas Kelly Christine Hynde Billy Steinberg
Performed by Limberlost
Produced by Timothy Eaton
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
and fussin let a brotha know are we lovin or fuckin yea
one day it all means something the next day no affection no touchin yea
tell me if its real and are you
THE ROARING TWENTIES
Words & Music by Dominic T. Kelly
This is your time
These are the moments
In the sun, my love
These are the days
Your starry
delinquency is a social disease
Ew, Diesel, you got a social disease?
Bring him to a social worker
Wait, can I catch it by touchin' him?
Dear-
is dangerous
Your love is, my love is (are you not entertained?)
Our love is
Who's not entertained by my pain?
Who ain't cash a check off my
but all they wanted was one
Some fools ain't got no game at all
Gettin' sprung on the draws
And they forget who they are
He even bought her a car
triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand (aight?)
I don't fuck with chumps (yeah)
For those that been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips
10 toes touchin' the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I'll destroy who ya
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