Lyrics:
Oh, but look-a-here, baby
See what-a you've done, done
You taken my money
You got me on a bum
C'mon shake a-yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
mud.
I'll tell you Paul Revere,
Now this is no bum steer,
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere.
This guy says the horse shows class,
Can do,
if I want to
Sometimes you just wanna get
Bought by the competition
Leave at the intermission
Lean back against the a-ttrition
Of your attack and your
pick you up around 8
By the way, yeah this a date
All your exes, they lame
And that's a shame
Cause you girl, you girl
You're perfect
Yeah girl, you're
Everyday life of poisons and lava spilling on the bodies of children
Defiant slogans and contraceptives
Halera and attrition
Blood on the walls, you
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
has come
And I feel like a bum
'Cause I spent my last dime
On a worthless old friend
On a drunken weekend
I've done it time after time
She's got
it makes me think of bread buns and loaves,
his bum,
it's sexy!
he got an ass that the other guys loathe,
it's cheeks,
it's sexy!
move, it wants
Listen to the beat beat beat
Of the song song
Buzzin in my head head
Like a bum dum
It's been a long long night
Walking by the south port side
talked it to my mama
Ran it by my paw
Ran it by the preacher man
And skipped right past the law
When we give in to life's attrition
Then fly astray what
I begin it with experimental vibe
steer in to the driveway, fearless as I climb
They ain't ready for these rhymes ahead of my time
So by the time
down your throat
Paralyzed by head monsters, your creation
Nothing left but hope
No prayer is strong enough to slow down the heartache heading for you
hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye,
scuffle all because of Willis Reed
Now there's one more bar in New York
I can't get me what I need
One by one, the doors are closing
One by one,
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Gal ya bumbum make me smile
Garlie ya body fit to make me maad
Gal ya bum bum gal my body tight
If you leave me omo na suicide
Gal ya bumbum make me
depend on you
It's been a minute since I wild out
Feelin' wide open (yeah)
Like why? Why give a bum nigga like three minutes?
Six figures, my name
You got me lost in your eyes so fine
I'm about to set us into motion
Girl I'm a boss now ill give you a promotion
And some PTO with me chilling by
to make you
Look out little girl, little girl, little girl look out
If you're hiding and I'm hiding
From some bum that wants to get you
Look out
are coming
Daydreams are passing by but I promise you, you get used to it
Do you know the agony as giggling kids go past
A warm-hearted bum is looking
Flip minks when he ball
Chicks faint when he call
Big links in the mall
Got a hot crib, gold force
And this ain't by the falls
Bitch drinkin' my balls
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
Inside that slow-rolling coffin
Winning wars through attrition
A fucking time bomb
Devastation til death or submission
Nothing's over you can’t turn it
at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
Playing cards and smoking cigars 'til the sun came up
Or was it going down for the night?
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