Lyrics:
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
Uh huh, uh huh, Absolut in the house
Now, I’m a start it off
First by pouring a drink
It’s your boy Money-B, yeah
I’m fucking with Binc we getting
slinging drinks down at the white buffalo
She had more diamonds in her eyes than the stars in a big west Texas sky
Hearing colors and seeing sounds slow way
feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
Till two hot tamales walk on by
Sportin' that Red Voodoo style
Talkin' 'bout Red Voodoo style
They got some
There I was alone training the ivy
When you arrived to see the best in me
I was doing fine trimming the hedges
'Til you sat down to study under
different (black out)
My bitch telling me to slow down
But I don't feel like listening (shut up)
Pull out the ice, so white (white)
Put 'em in the trance
You came by at two o'clock,
You shoulda been by at ten
I said bye at three o'clock
And I ain't coming back again
Whoa!
How does that grab
plottin
Peepin' Tom's in my home
Lookin in my window
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al
America's most
Smokes on pizurp, we sipz on syzurp
Get it by the 8, by the pint or by the kizurp
Some might take ya high or a down or a bizurp
Whatever you can stand,
Oh man what's that?
That's when you O.D and you say Oh Gee!
1...2...3...4...
Tom McCann was sittin' in the sand by the ocean
Tom McCann looked into
no no no
Me I no fit fight Kung Fu
Me I no fit form Tom Cruise
Men I don confuse
Me I want to Dey by you
Many men plenty tell me what a man go do
Me I
tall drink of water
Onward rich man, poor man
cll the while
Let your wonder woman
Ride by your side
Let her pull the wool down
From your eyes
There's
ain't shit
Fakin the funk like silicon tits
Left on a level of a skill
or jack the imposer like the Buffalo Bills
They come close but can't win
or do
I'm gonna spend
One more night by the light
Of the late show
And Charlie Chan's crew
Holiday Inn blues
Holiday Inn blues
I feel so down
Holiday
down
That's where Tom Cottol serves the best beer of town
Ooo, give me a beer and I'll give you a hug
Ooo, give me a beer unless you are a thug
After
a pretty dime for it
Steppin on dese niggas in my tom fords
All i see is dollar signs through dese tom fords
Im bout my business so im trappin rockin tom
it into his eye
KC bitch, you're about to go down
Imma kill you right now, you're about to drown
My name is Tom, not KC
Let out your last words, let me
Cartier glasses
Spinnin' the yard
Ain't no drive-bys, we in your bushes
We jumpin' out while you was parkin' your car
Shootin' they yard
Shit leave you
people dream
but it's not what it seems, Im surrounded by haters/ when it comes to the CREAM, hearing instant debaters
I could buy up the mall, show these
months I was living at my mom's
And I didn't pay rent but I did mow the lawn
Whenever she was gone, I would throw a party
Invited up every Carly and Tom
on I-25
It's been a pleasure cruising down New Mexico
(And Colorado, too)
Might as well take it all the way to Buffalo
Let's go
'Cause I'm-a-road trippin'
The old man used to dream of the fortunes he'd seek
Now he lives in a room where you pay by the week
His hands are all battered and his pony's gone
to keep it cleansed
Who becomes the woven web?
And without it / we are nothing
All is sacred / no exceptions
Laid down by the stream / fell asleep
And dance by the light of the moon
Just me and you
I'll give you the moon, anything you want
Throw a lasso around it, and pull it down
It's a wonderful life
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