Lyrics:
Antique fork, how long will it last?
We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast
day like a (Spanish)
Spit ball; lick all rhymes just like (Spanish)
I run over fools like Dorsey Leathers
And murder antiques like J-Rhyme I kill
Three hunderd years ago
Thought I might get some sleep
Stretched myself out onna antique bed
An' my spirit did a midnight creep
You know
didn't want to speak so I rested my case
And now you're feelin' kinda fragile like an antique vase
But don't worry friends or even give up hope
and jewelry
I gave him my warm body
I gave him power over me
A thousand glass eyes were staring
In a cellar full of antique dolls
I found an old piano
wake you now and hold you
Tell you again the things I told you
Behold I give you the morning hm,
I give you the day
Like an antique ballroom fan
and jewelry
I gave him my warm body
I gave him power over me
A thousand glass eyes were staring
In a cellar full of antique dolls
I found an old piano
The rain came and scattered away
The old antique caretaker's children at play
Early this morning, she passed away
Passed to the people, the people who are
the things that remind me of who
We used to be before we became antiques
She's a lot like you
But when I hold her too tight, I know she'll break
She just
she carries the things that remind me of who
We used to be before we became antiques
She's a lot like you
But when I hold her too tight, I know
Already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by
on the seashore
An old dresser in an antique store
A rusty whistle in the bottom drawer
Wish I could find forgiveness
It ain't hiding in no bottle on a shelf
cognac and croissants
He made a mental list
Of things he owned but didn't want
All the buildings, all the real estate
The antique glass and stone
He'd
Porcelain Doll
Your mother runs and antique shop
She takes some stuff
I take a lot
We sleep all day
Slow response
I'm feeling like an after
a sufferer
Get di silver and di gold antique, we as di sufferer
Di rich is gettin' richer while di people yah di sufferer
Tek whole heap a religion fah weh we
it never will, alright
Push a needle, sew a seam, shooting with the zip gun queen
Living like a real antique, thinking that you're so unique
Uh, you in a new school whip
Custom painted candy apricot butter
I'm in an antique old school four do'
Muffler draggin beat up duster
With scrapes
to auto, I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb
Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
And chilli peppers down at her feet
She's got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove
Near an antique feather bed
Where it's a short, short ride from
That ass need to see (see), you consider me (ah)
That's my old girl, yeah, she an antique
You got that new body (yeah), you an art piece (ah)
You like
like dust
You talk to me with innocence in your eyes
So now, who can you trust?
Trust
Trust
Put a path on to your veins
And antique and old whore's our
save Tudor houses, antique tables, and billiards.
Preserving the old ways from being abused.
Protecting the new ways, for me and for you.
What more can
As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala
She ain't gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know that I'm ballin
They call me the boss, I be
it is, we now live, in a two story house
The house is filled with rare antiques
There's marble on the floor
Beauty all around us
Like we've never seen
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