Lyrics:
listen to Homer
I drive with no motor, I jump in a Rover
I'm Marge Simpson with the blue hair
Marge Simpson with the nice ass
Lisa, Lisa, she a nice
the fucking haters hate it
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't
Directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
on the walls
Truth is written on their scars
Need to let 'em know that they my supernova in the stars
When I'm with you I see my light come to life
I feel like
that
And I pull up in the booth with that range rover
I go skrii skrii you know I'm not regular
They know that cos I be dey steady buzz their medulla
the casket
And that's it, the end of the chapter
The beginnin of the next one
The resurrection, imperfection, after death come
The black son in the ghetto
trucks
(Well, watch out man-a)
For, when we go a show, we say
We sit down in a box
We watch out di show star by Silver Fox
Him have di weak spot in a him
bitches, these bitches changed
On the block with them niggas, was goin' insane, yeah
I ain't come to play
Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way (You
me
It doesn't sound correct that's why I don't trust you 100 percent
Why should I try if we aren't even in a deep relationship
I told her I would come
finding gold in New York
The shape of jazz to come
The shape of jazz to come
The shape of jazz to come
I am forever an affirmation of my mother's prayers
Friends and strangers and girls from Galway
Fiddlers in the Irish style
Meet, play darts and dance to ceilidh
Come and join us for a while
Range Rover
Calinan
New Mercedes
Mclaren
I want all that park in
If I fail I get it again
Account runnin' on two bands
I just spend a 20 on my mama I
ITS EITHER LIFE IN PRISON
OR DEcTH BY THE GUN
WITH THE LIFE YOU'RE LIVING
cN ENDING HcD TO COME
THESE DUDES BRUTcL
BE CcREFUL WHO YOU OWE
TOSS YOU
right now
She said, I need something stable but for now I'll work a corner
Girl I got in good with these Irish mother fuckers
I take a few jobs and let
we gonna fucking slide it gon' be a homicide, run to your mama's fucking cry
Before we come by you gone hide cause you know we got this nine
Back in
bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm supposed to be starstruck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin mouth while you 0 for 2
Back in 94 limp opened
You put your jeans on top of mine
Said, come in, the water's fine
Down by the river
Down by the river
Down by the river
Said come in, the waters fine
the patriot blood
My ship is sailin' peacefully beneath
A flag of stars
It's manned by Irish hearts of
Oak and manly Yankee tars
And that dear emblem
as the lunch go up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, it's barby time again
When the steaks are burning fiercely, and the smoke gets in
are just scavengers
That's the way my mind was poisoned
To believe that in America blacks are inferior
A weak mind and a body of swine
Only adds up
So black women put it in your texts
So you can never let, opportunity pass you by
Or even ask yourself, who am I?
GET EXPOSURE
SRT THE JEEP, BABY THIS IS NOT A ROVER
KNOW SHE FALLIN FOR ME, I COULd SEE IT IN HER FACE
I AINT WITH THE LUVIN BABY, I BEEN ON A WAVE
might be time for souvlaki at the tram stop
And when we finally grab a cab the heels come off and we can watch the world go by
Hipsters in hi-top shoes,
that we still alive
But as I grow, damage my body more
But I promise that I'll always have control
Apple don't fall far from the tree, you know?
Irish in
me? I say, fuck y'all
Got the same team that I came in with, ducking all that lame shit, ay
Everyone, I know is on go
Drive-bys, while rolling in a 4
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