Lyrics:
show, tical
The fuck you want to do? more than spike lee's do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
Plo style, buddha monks with the owls
So
the world
Perceptual experience
Built from experience theres nothing you can do
Future you could be
Doing your dreams
Doing what your going to do to do
Yeah
Just call me young nigga
Our money grown doe
By the way
Lets go yeah
You already know what time it is lets go
[Chorus]
I said I'm young
at the very heart of things
Do you want children? Do you wanna marry me?
Do you wanna run marathons in Long Beach by the sea?
I've got things to do like
Tell me Mr. Deadman?
Do you have the answer?
How do you get to Heaven?
Do you have the answer?
Hey Mr. Deadman
I'll tell you if you want to know,
Slowly I'm falling, more in love with you
Slowly you're winning a heart that can be true
Now I can't hide my feelings no matter what I do
For
just want affection,
Not an education!
Kiss me, hold me, hug me baby,
That's what I like you to do!
Love me, love me,
Love me baby too!
Words
, give it to us, give it to us
They know what we want-want, give it to us, give it to us
Twenties, tens, and fives, twenties, tens, and fives
If you
them no up to par
I just show up, go up to the stage and blow up the spot
There ain't no boy who can do what I do, boy, I'm a star
Boy, I told you
control that god-, I don't know what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you want me to do?)
If if you can't fucking control that boy, I'ma
nest
For you, I'll do my best
Stand by you like a tree
And dare anybody to try and move me
Darling, in you I found
Strength where I was torn down
a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away?
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Are you sad
You need me, baby, it's hard to break a habit for me, yeah
And girl if you want (What do you want me to do?)
I'll pour a gallon of gasoline on my
Now you tell me that you love me
But I don't think it's true
Because I can tell by the way you act
By the evil things you do
That you want
your Mrs.
I don't want to anymore
I believe that angels
Watch everything we do
And all the wrong you're doing
Just might come back on you
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Bob Dobalina, won't you quit?
You
Hey there
My name is Mr Platonic
I'm gonna lean on you
Like something chronic
Gonna cherry-pick my girlfriend experience
Puppets on a string
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
machine
Do what you want to do
Kill if ya gotta kill
I just don't believe your point of view
Welcome to the numb, fools
People, did you ever
me a note
Before the teacher took it I read what she wrote
"Do you love me, do you want to be my friend?
And if you do
Well then don't be afraid
Then you better show me
Come 'on and get to know me
And then you will find that I want you
And feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But
to be hurt
Don't want to treat nobody like they was dirt.
But if you do right to me baby
I'll do right to you too
Ya got to do unto others
Like
a team to get Hoover out the joint
I do what I want, bro, in my life
Serve and protect long as it's my wife
Screaming on M-A-Ns for trying to lower
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