Lyrics:
You're just walking round your little mazes figuring out how to get by,
How to get laid and get famous, get yourself paid, impress the guys.
You
Thank You Letter:
First I want to thank God
For getting me here to
This point who knew I would make it to
A second album thank u to my fans for
this
Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this
Mama said that it'd be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my
still a guy
When you see a priceless French painting
I see drunk, naked girls
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I'd like to give it
These kids just
Don't give a shit 'bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to
The club and get blitzed
Pick up some
The murder happy characters have such fun
They murder happy characters one by one
You want a second chance
But you don't get one
And the good
us a book we can read up alone
And try to get it on like once before
When people stared in Jagger's eyes and scored
Like the video films we saw
His
to do no time —if all he sale is zips
Getting buddy buddy with him met him through a chick
He ask him what the lit read I'm tryna get a hit man it's rough
It's the hard knock life, for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life
From standin'
some knowledge
Never did get a degree
We did it our way lookin' back on the good days
There's still not a lot I regret
Nights I Can't Remember,
better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give it back
party dress, make me a little bit jealous,
Get me thinkin' goodness.
It's gonna be a wild weekend, been on the phone with all my friends.
There's
You can hang me by the neck
Till I'm dead, dead, dead
Kiss my mouth until it's red, red, red
Now is the time honey, this is the place
The good
nothin', homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz
Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it)
You don't keep it Doug E. like I keep it Doug E.
Lil' buddy you ain't fresh azimiz
In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way
knew bout the danger
My pockets were empty as fuck
And my ex tried to bluff me by setting me up
Funny as fuck maybe two months it struck me
Her best
and he's a cool guy
And you'll really need him, I mean need to really get to know him
Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns
From
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's comin' back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You
"Hey buddy did you ever see that there show
Where there's these two young cowboys camping up in Wyoming
And you know they get all bored and stuff,
these things, right. I mean like, who does his hair? I mean like, his hair's so frizzy. I mean like, you guys can probably get some, like, anti-friz
Your coolness together! worshipping
Together in the church of your
Choice...(only in america...)
Call any vegetable call it by name
Aw, you gotta
the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's coming back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
she's at her best
When the goin' gets rough
She's tough enough to stand by me
When it all comes tumblin' down
She's tough enough to steady me
When
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