Lyrics:
store is a town reunion
Show up at nine, might leave by two
We don't need big city lights
To light this town right up
We like to get loud, like to get
C'mon, let me ride your bicycle
It's so fantastical on your bicycle
We can get a little more physical
Baby, after all, it's only natural
I feel it
popping
Remember the baby name's we were rockin
Had that early
Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping
Ready to drop my album when's yours
pigs
Little handsome piggy wigs
For the big, bad the very big, very bad wolf
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay
And he built his
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
There's just a shanty in old shanty town
The roof is so slanty it touches the ground
It's a tumble down shack way out by the railroad track
Like
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long
Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On god)
Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)
Niggas drop an album, then
or they're a dwarf
Pierrot mirror on the wall who is
The ace-est of them all?
The Catcliffe girl who gets out
Before her 18th birthday
There's a little old
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
and go in style
Late at night a big old house gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is
reminisce
And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew
Flippin' over 62's 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-IG
There's so much goin' on in this town
To keep me busy, I've been runnin' around
Up and down all these avenues
Doin' everything but thinking 'bout
shade
Down below the fading haze
Of Hualalai
Where the calm comes down
In my little Big Island town
In Kona, Kona
Ku'u home kēia
Kona Kona
Kai'opua i ka
católica
No mijito, yo no mamo ninguna pinga
(Verse One: Brother Marquis)
I bumped into her at the Coco Cabana
Down in Cuban town in little Havana
I
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska
Gypsies were passing through her little town
They dropped something on the road, she picked it up
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska
Gypsies were passing through her little town
They dropped something on the road, she picked it up
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
knew they let the film stars in?
Little slits in houses
Don't want you thinking big
The skin get used in new rock shoes
In films and all that shit
Man it must be so cool,
You?re barely out of high school,
A seven album record deal,
That was no big deal alright,
Oh yeah.
Too right you?re always
bless 'em with a little gwop, ha
I keep it rolling, picture me, twirling
The big truck, yukon, my sheep skin showing all the leathers
It's a cold
a camper
(We go from town)
Love in the back of a lovely T2
(We grow, we roam around)
Big time for me and you
The sky so blue
All our dreams come true
All
Angela, this town is wrong
So now it's so sad to see you this way
I call but you never have time to play
They gave you all these big dreams, big
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