Lyrics:
bananas! Take some time for yourself too
Thanks, grandma, I will
College is supposed to be fun!
Yeah...
I had my first gal on gal experience in college!
I was working part time in the five and dime
My boss was Mr. McGee, he told me several times
That he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was a bit too
classes, and that's what yo' ass get
Not even electives? Not even pre-requits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Now I'm in the shop
wit the thugs
Cause I don't like the phoneys
But I'm louder just like tony
And I do dirt by my loney
I'm iced out, thuged out aw man, stop
My 95 on your
through the pains and the traumas of my past
Wondering how long will it last
Feeling lonely last man on Alcatraz
Grew up now our goal is a bag?
A bag I want
revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
every night up in the city
My bitch she got me feeling pressed
But she is sucking dick when
I be feeling stressed look up at me like I'm
Supposed to be
for the simple fact
That tomorrow she can tell all of her friends it was whack
But Fuck dat tho this about me
They say my whole fan base is missin id
Between the eyes
(movie like speech:)
Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend?
Spade: Allright. So
start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?
Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that
Danced with my date from the prom
But as hard as I tried until I closed my eyes
Everybody I knew was gone
There was Mr. Finch, he taught English
little Miss Speechless
She's my biggest weakness
So hello Mrs. Speechless
How do you do
How do you do
Do you know how much I love you
How do you do
Do you
locked in my room like Alcatraz, evil dead is in my cabin
And her eyes sharp when you look at her and you can see the pain and that baggage
And I’m like
the streets
After the mess that she had left
Mr Speaker forgot what he was talking about
When he gobbed all over the workers
The audience forgot to clap
Their
Hey Mr. mr can you tell me what’s wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Sometimes its hard to dream when you’re told that
get older, my hands are startin' to shake
So Mr. Larkin
See I got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me
She's all but gone
So Mr
that the PTA
Was gonna meet that very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked
your face
She looks me up and down
Like she thinks that I'll mature
Like she's got my number
Like it belongs to her
She says,
Call me, Ms.
She was the prom queen, the world was hers
With a wave of her hand, whispered words
Hearts broken by her abilities
Addicted to the sweetness
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
on the light no more
Cuz ever night the light kisses she blow the only shot I know
Could make the eyes of the blind perform
I got my wife so fuck the ring
have gone by, my my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire, hoppin'
and not know why
Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by
Feel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your sky
Thinkin you fly, signin
have gone by
My, my, how she grew
I liked her looks
When I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire
Hoppin'
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