Lyrics:
a manual
Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1
Never give a dude money
Girl don't be
Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
Eating crunchy vegetables is good for me
And they're good for you, so eat them too
For teeth so strong, your whole life long
Eat celery and carrots by
but we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We're takin' over
Come on!
Your ballroom days are over, baby
Night is drawing near
Shadows of the evening
This type beat might be for the shit, though
They doin' all kind of shit
Uh
Uh, I got numbers on my phone that'll never ring again
'Cause Allah
home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine just for me
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come
the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
guys
You can call anyone except for 999
Cause I don't want no day and time (nah)
I don't want no day inside
And free all my guys
Bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Hey there mystery lady can I spend the night with you
Can I have your number I'll be anything you want me to
We ought to get something started
Ooh
a little love in your heart
And the world will be a better place
I say this world's gonna be a better place for you and me
You just wait, wait and see
And I'm down here for a while
I'm down here for a while
You've got to make up your mind and make it soon
Is there room in your life
For one more trip
That forevermore I will wait for you
The clock will tick away the hours one by one
Then the time will come when all the waiting's done
The time
a little love in your heart
And the world will be a better place
I say this world's gonna be a better place for you and me
You just wait, wait and see
you last said sorry
Crying in the dark at your best friends' parties
You've had enough, gotta turn the lights up, go home
Couldn't wait to turn
Your crazy mama, ah yeah
Well your old time religion
Is just a superstition
You going to pay high prices
For your sacrificises
Well your
nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon' wait to decide?
You was kickin' some dangerous lines
Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time
Nigga,
Come with your best, but do not come for me
Cuz you'll leave with no head its a trophy for me
I know just what my balance says
I know just what my talent
of lime
Gotta meet your lover at a quarter to 9
Joint by base, then you get your high
If you get your then high, mine is next
The "S" in skypage
Shitted on 'em
(You must of - A-a-a-h) Put
Yo' number two's in
The air if you did it on 'em
(You must've lost your fucking
Mind) Shitted on 'em
(You must've
regrets
This time, stress, giving this shit up, fuck
This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
Scratch out*
"Getting dusty in the cellar"
[Verse 2 - Aesop Rock]
I don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals
Where 99.9% swear by
What's your name, man?
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait
me up, soothe me with your words when I need your love.
You're a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion
Will you listen to my proof or will
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