Lyrics:
round my waist
Yea... Yea
She said JiG yea you quiet you quiet
Boy I don't buy it don't buy it
Way that you slidin inside
Yea she retired and prolly
There’s a man, just like you
Lived his life he never knew
What he wanted what to do
Worked until hundred two
Then retired then he died
A tragedy, I
the mic, on my Gotti good
Retired and came back, just like they thought he would (uh-uh)
Feel it and face 'em (uh-uh)
I'm tryna face it (uh-uh), the rest
never be ready
Dream with me tonight
Sometimes I worry
I will miss something in life
I will never be retired
I will be a lonely shadow on the wall
wishes he could go and take their place
No one wins
Now an old retired vet sits and smokes a cigarette
And her suffering is written on her face
For her
I'm tired of all of your shit
Not retired as long I exist
Bitches should know I'm writing a list
There ain't no love, that's a Judas kiss
I'm tired
lame
Still sippin' up on that kool-aid like
Ah
Live like I'm already retired
Get inspired by a shiv, give your whip a flat tire
Daps a bad liar, my
Loosing touch
The hands that made factories
The hands that laid rail
These hands are retired
To virtual mail
Hands to speak
Our hands grow weak
Talking
don't appreciate that you've retired
They're so hard to satisfy, lookin' tranquil at your mind
And goes running for the shelter of her mother's little
the scene takde retired
Aim and locked takde misfired
Im in all deep takle deciphered
Lotta gang shit sume beside us
Masih goat macam messi aku Leonidas
All
retired down to Carolina
Life is short
Don't lose it all to misdirection
Life itself is not enough
You'll need more
Life is short
Don't lose it all
don't fuck with fugazi
Facing em all
I'm impatient
Thought I retired
Bitch, I was just on vacation
I put his ass on a flyer cuz he had a wire
Told him
(retired)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals)
Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds)
Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone)
Suzy Creamcheese
Money, money, money, money, money
What else 183rd Street
Uh, I retired the buckets, retired the phones
Retired rugbys, my closet's a retirement
When walls turn to mirrors
I lie so its horizon
I lie so I'm alive still
I lie in lieu of shame and honesty
Regain what I retired
I give my name,
Tired, Tired
I just wanna be retired
Wish it was someone I could hire
No I ain't complaining
Nothing wrong with venting
Can a girl get on the beach
the plague in here
Slave sleep
I want to see you raped + decapitate
The sheep will always sleep until retired
I want to see you raped + decapitate
In
but allowed us some glimpses within
His courage inspired 'till his heart had retired
Some words hit you right on the chin
Now viddy well and do sit
sometimes
sand in eyes
sometimes
sand in eyes
Resist the fire
resist the fire
resist the fire
you are retired, you do not shine.
Hurt me
i want
to let it go
a part of the act
So stop the madness
All the big top antics
Circus freak fanatics
Are really killing the vibe
Ringleader retired
He led the clowns
star can replace my strong will of fire
So let's plan another day to get turnt like we're retired
Now we all grind to make money
Don't got time for yall
Leave the world?
Follow me
I'll lure you
A distant planet retired from the world
Is meant to be your new home
Somewhere between heaven and hell
No
cover me
(Cover me)
Shodi make we gum body oo
I want you to know say
Your body be the fire
(Your body be the fire)
I cannot retired
(I cannot retired)
I
see him every day
He won't ever be lonely
He helps out in every way
Tommy's now retired
He drove a recovery truck
It's work he was used to
It's what he
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