Lyrics:
No, no, no
Stick to the stuff you know
It is better by far
To keep things as they are
Don't mess with the flow, no no
Stick to the status
homework
No, no, no, no
No, no, no
Stick to the stuff you know
It is better by far
To keep things as they are
Don't mess with the flow, no no
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
should have laid it on the line
Procrastination stole my time
The day has come the years will go by
Things have changed have opened my eyes
And she
the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't
affect my beauty sleep
But y'all are sleeping on me, so how the fuck you ugly?
So disgusting gotta look the other way
But I won't turn my back on homies
the little things about you
I want, your time, your eyes, live life by your side
Your hips, your thighs, and your womb
Got me praying we can make another life
huh)
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing
That thing, that thing, that thing
Guys you know you'd better watch out
make you go bananas way past their sell by date
Until you use your melon and just throw em away
So when life gives you lemons fuck the lemonade
Smoke
is endangered
And on the verge of breaking down.
I wake up all fear and dread-locked
By all the things I cannot talk about.
We built our house
gleam cause great things I manifested
Ideas are unmolested my blueprints are so perfected
I'm never rested I work cause what I build must be majestic
My
The sidewalks are scattered
(BRIDGE 3)
Walking down highways
Just seeing things my way
While dealer man enjoys his wealth
You spare the rope, he'll hang himself
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies,
An' crisp apple strudels,
Doorbells an' sleigh bells,
An' schnitzel with noodles,
Oba Lori aye
You are God all by yourself
Oba Lori Aye
You do great and mighty things
You are God most high
You are God on high
You are God most high
the summertime.
There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose no nurs'ry rhyme.
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
squad a 9
Rougy lips lookin’ apple pie
Head is high to them other guys
Look at me when she walk on by
Usually mean but to me she shy
She a queen or a ride
be on us by first light
Make sure the window's locked
Make sure the door is blocked
These are the kinds of things you long not to cling to
These are
fucked up right here!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
You bastards!
Oh my god they killed Kenny!
What kind of sick weirdo are you?
Oh my god they
You’re my honeybunch, sugar plum,
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin
You’re my sweetie pie
You’re my cuppycake,
Gumdrop, snoogums-boogums
You’re the apple of my eye
Never assume that things gona work
Gota go hard and just put in work
But I'm get mine out of the mud
You hating on me I been hated by blood
In the future
on the other side of the fence trying my hardest to pick the lock
You are amazing in every way I can possibly think
As strange as it may sound
I wish that God
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That's all I ever wanted, just to being
had tight shoes?
Are you dancing to the beat?
The problem trying to get with stars is that you're reaching
And the weight of the world on your shoulders
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