Lyrics:
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview
You ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin'
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away
I'm taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I
know I ain’t very far
I’m just a simple kind of man
I’ll be your loved one
You love and understand
I’ll be your simple kind of man
I’ll be your
Locked away inside
[CORPSE MOTHER]
Never says a word
[CORPSE KID]
Hope he hasn't died
[ALL]
Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
[JACK]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
I'm sittin' by the pool, thinkin' 'bout some women
Wishin' that we all could be swimmin'
Then the Poison Clan bought some
them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can
but I understand I made mistakes
He just left and he ain't care about you $uede
Fuck it imma still (?)
I wanna have a kid before they put me in
I know, I know
It's like girls promisin you Thomas's
And can't even cook toast, right?
What I'm tryin to tell you, man, is...
They just ain't no
on the ave with a stick
Now I'm taking orders
Dreaming about the days when I went to Latin Quarters
Me and my batallion
Scheming on the kid with the link
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
David
He just started to dance
Lazarus got so excited
He shouted Hey I knew him too
Moses put down his stick
Said hey who's the new kid
Needless to say
to raise a kid but still could produce an idiot (dummy)
No plan is foolproof, it's just an experiment
Always gotta adjust the steering wheel even when
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
And I'm Cowboy To Make Ya Jump For Joy
I'm Kid Creole Playin' The Role
Dig This
We're The Furious Five Plus Grandmaster Flash
Givin' You A Blast And Sho
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
Back at the bar in
She need a sugar daddy and my cane is up
I swear if you walk right by me
It's gon' be hard for you to say bye to me
The bottles is bottomless
I'm buying
never get;
another day; going by too fast;
another day; living like; its my last;
another day; im never gonna; get it back;
gonna; get it back;
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
I'm bogus
I'm supposed to be home with a bitch
Nah, see, I pay the rent, yeah, and I got a kid, damn
Plus, his pockets thick, the shit I'ma take, he
Criticize people that work on Sundays
Two jobs just to feed their kids
Well, momma's scratching lottery
Tickets knowing that it's just a fairy tale
Cus' we
breath stinkin'
Dizzy high, I ride away in my Lincoln
Close my eyes and fly away but no blinking
I'm just dreaming she ain't really screaming
It goes
Say lately
Feeling like a nazy
Blasting ti the moon fully
I migh have to be addicted by the pain
I'm useless
Music has produce my mind
I had enough
I get down
I provide by any means to be
Be the reason you smile
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around
the
Sho' shot! Tell 'em motherfuckers
Here's how we'll do it
Let me just send the plan to
Put the cash in the hand
So that I can spend a grand
Of Benjamins
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