Lyrics:
in years
Why aren't you singing it at the
The Countess has been engaged by a well known persona
Well known?
I have never seen the guy
Hey, how
still might
Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wannna jump on stage
All right! When we go up in this goddamn house
all I want is the motherfuckin' kids!
As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do
Bust him in
I am a need
They want many more of these tracks
I see 'em begging down on their knees,
Making all of this a reality,
It is no longer a dream
You know
understand what
Happen from point A
What, hey how you doing it wasn't even enough
To escape but I can't go
See I dream on and I'm over the peons
While I be
America, hahaha
We love you
How many people are proud to be citizens
Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars
For the rights
[Intro]
Do you like it do you like it do you like it whassup?
Do you like it do you like it do you like it what?
(Put 'em on put
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is
Whine like they inebriated
I'm hated, but yeah
That's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm
One
you want with life
Be it baseball or making wine
We can
Try to have concerts in the sky
Even if it's just to try
Blimp Rock
Blimp Rock is going live
we straight killin' mother fuckas this year
So you can take it how you want to you know what i'm sayin'
You better run bitch!
to the floor
Where I can hold you tight
Girl the mood is right
Say it's alright for you to be next to me
Lemme do my thang as the music plays
You can read my
private cinema. We will rewatch all the greats. Kathryn how are you feeling babe, do you want a cup of tea before we call it a night? Lemon, ginger,
about all the shit that I survived through
I be ridin' 'round by myself, but that's what pride do
Got you thinking 'bout what you said and how it's not
think about fucking her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fucking Pink Houses
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do
But check it
How you spell
just like him
What do you expect?
You want the king to be perfect and be flawless?
This is my show, my stage
And you're not here to run my own concert
Won’t you tell me what is love, how it come from up above
All I want to do is say, that all you really need is love
But then I ask you what it is,
no more to spend
And you're still thinking how you want to see her again
It'll be difficult, but boy it ain't no joke
Saying nothing going on but
or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
You
Through physical mindfields
Miserable is how my mind feels knowin it's long time to heal
Shit is real
Another black mold in a hole
God rest your soul as you
friend Sterling Plumpp
Called "Poet: for Thebe Neruda"
It ends this way:
"You were born with blues
On them how you gon do anything but rule?"
Do you
all the fakes, yeah, I know you my friend, yeah
But we not friends, so we fuck again
And we do it again, and we love again
And I love again, yeah, so I
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
'll be safe with me
I've got my guitar in hand
I'll play you a song by your favorite band and
Just you and me
The party's just begun
A special concert for
and neglected
Single but I don't think she wants to accept it
So she's still texting ex's trying to get this
Back on track but I don't think that she gets it
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