Lyrics:
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
ZayMigo, ZayTiggy, ZayMigo
I put the bitch on the boat by the shore
100 thousand for my diamond Chuck Norris
I fucked your bitch, when she call
sweep & in soot I sleep. // Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head / That curl’d like a lamb’s back, was shav’d, so I said, / Hush Tom never
But it sure as eggs looks like we've bumped into it!
It's too bad, but we're floating by too fast to ask them."
Old Paul yanked his slouch hat down
and all.
When shall I see again my gray mare ?
All along down along out along lea.
By Friday noon or Saturday soon,
With Bill Brewer, etc.
Then Friday came
boys float down the river
All named Tom, they're all named Tom
Pushed in by their mothers and sisters
It's what you want
It's what you want
No
”Great expectations” to black reality
Colored by Tim, and the songs of Tom
Big eyes starin', but it will never come
Where the light goes, the shadow
& shit
Never gon' stop, got the game on lock
Her mouth on cock, she down & shit
Never gon' quit, yo' bitch I'm wit'
Because I spit, she swallow shit
God
looked him up and down and said
"Son this ain't no western movie matinee
And you're a long way off from yippee yi yay
Cause I can tell at a glance
was not an option?
Now you're havin' thoughts of doin' shots, Tom, you're an alcoholic
Is that true? You're upset that you can't have booze?
What's
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride
Uh huh, uh huh
Froggie went a courtin' and he did ride
Sword and pistol by his side uh huh, uh huh
Well he
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
was
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
was
(Spoken)|This here next song is the story, about the fella that was hitchhikin'|away down in Southern Nevada, along came this big long truck|loaded
As a youngster I never knew nothin'
Just an inobedient child in the neighborhood
You know the one the police was always chasin'
Straight down and dirty for my
the staggers and the strays
Old Tom never stumbles, Its the street that's falling down
4 o'clock that pavement sparkles Tom finally comes around
The girl is gone
killin pussy make me feel like i’m the tiger king
Nigga u want static we gon slide down wit dem dracos
Rockin all d’s rings i look like tom brady
(Prada), let's get it
Seen you lurkin' (lurkin'), admit it
Tailored down, I'm fitted
Custom fabric (fabric), I'm shittin'
Spend a bag on some Tom Ford
Somebody Always Breaking my Dainty Solitude
Thank God for Alleys the Millionaire
Dow Jones: Down as I Lay Dying
A Minor Impulse to Complain buffalo Bill
know
You got a man by
The name of Buffalo but I want to get
You like uhlike behind this store
Here baby don't run don't run now slow down
Mama, just slow
on the necessary airspace
To mount a voyage of discovery
So we systematically killed off their buffalo herds
Nowadays we'd destroy their factories
Same difference
Yo, I know you know a hoe
You might know a few
This jam is about two
Skeezy, sleazy, peasy, low down
(Hoedown)
This is the hoedown
(Hoedown)
down a sinkhole to a susurrus,
couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo
My address, a made-up language written out in living glyphs lifted
from demonic
down in fair chances, then we goin' square dancin'
From Charlotte back to New York, in Miami like I'm Ant Mason
Black Soprano Family with the leverage
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