Lyrics:
know all right
Now remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that?
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think
Amor, you know, yeah, that'll be all right
Be in the backyard waiting for you
Under the palm trees drinking pineapple juice
So if you wanna swing by
The time has come to tell you
Of the tale of Mary Drew
Who buried sixteen husbands by the
Age of twenty two
Some say that she's a monster
The evil
If you’re looking for your black James Bond?
Anseo
Spice box, taxi by the centra?
Anseo
Sailor moon remixed by Fela,
C’est moi
I am not a queen I’m
these
Diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
All of this shoutin' gon' get
Me killed for nothin', ha
Nigga fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall
From Calton by
All you copy cats out there
Get offa my chip
'Cause I'm James Brown with the full, full force
Ain't takin' no lib
Hi, good God
James Brown,
jewelry and clothes
Right after that, I got dissed by all the hos
That I thought was mine but really never was
Soon the whole neighborhood got
porch
His bristles raised and ready for a fight
Mama told some bill collector better stay outside the gate
That dog'll bite I remember us all
Y'all ready, right, y'all ready?
This shit still got me a lil' confused, you know what I mean?
Y'all ready, right? Yeah
Okay, yeah (back up, back
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young
In the dark so all alone
Slowly reach for the telephone
A message waits just for you
and play
With me today
Warm marmalade sky
Candy cottons above all the way up high
I can't wait to see you
My Sunny Day
Oh how I miss
The times that we spent
that's what you like
So when I'm rappin on the mic, don't bite
Biatch
[ Dionne Jackson ]
Did you know we do this all the time?
Are you trying
sensitive don't come around
Cuz we'll clown you
That's how we get down
I don't care if ya momma call you James
If you act like a Jamie, that's your new name
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
the cold please help me find the keys woah
Wait, left em by the door, yo perfume on make me wanna stay indoors
But that sky too lit girl take another hit one
Little foot, big foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that a move
to lie, say I'm hearin' voices
Apocalypse Now, rollin' with the horses
Hit the alt right with a fog light
See that red sheet? Used to be all white
of boobies I'm talking Biggie Small Size...
Titties, Pussy, Money, weed that's All a nigga ever Needs
I'm from the Valley Of The Beasts
Prolly somewhere in
they all was alleged
You dropped 95 grand for that cherry drop
Fiends got they eye on da sparrow, and ya Canary watch
They goto work and want work, so
right, by me
Don't sell me down the river or put me out in misery
Do right by me, do right by me
I knew I had to get away so I left that one horse town
The clouds are grey
I know that this is real
cnd someday
You will see
You'll see it was all real
My cotton candy clouds
They are real
My cotton candy
I'm gonna polish my best boots
I'm gonna put on my best hat
I'm gonna drive on down to the dance hall
That sits by the railroad tracks
Well
that's a lie
Perpetuated by these crooked politicians campaigning, just trust me
America is a fine country, but it's history is ugly
It all started with
Dixie runs aground
There she stands high and dry,
And we're walkin' right on by
I can see the lights of town
We're gonna roll that cotton down
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