Lyrics:
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
I'm cancelled by the same exact
People that taught me that being
Punk is saying stuff that's
Real edgy and ugly but nowadays it turns out
Being punk is
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
has infinite and unlimited power
By listening to this but also by visiting any of my albums you're literally entering my current state of mind
You
of danger even
Though we live in a world infinitely safer
And more predictable than
Anything our ancestors knew with their help
Our anxieties have only
ARRANGEMENTS: CHRIS WORSEY
VIOLINS: WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL CHAKALOV,
OLI LANGFORD,
There's a moonshine party right up the street
I think I'll swing by and take a peek
I see a blue-eyed blonde girl starin' at me
She walk right over
She's on a plane and I'm on the whiskey
Fill that jukebox up with quarters
Let's rock both them Georges, Jones and Strait and man
I bet it makes my
your name comin out my mouth
I cant get you off my mind
Finally found somebody who see me instead what's on the out side
As fine as Roy Jones
and seeds
Finesse me is what you won't do, mami
Stress me out you on the curb by Wednesday
Its Friday
Yeah little bitch I want it my way
High yellow bitch
the minimal (ha)
Everything about us still live by the principle (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
You say now you
the minimal (ha)
Everything about us still live by the principle (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
You say now you
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
It's Baron Jones
It's Baron Jones
It's Baron Jones
Let's go let's go
Imma tell you what I want
What I really really want
I wanna love you from
shine he told me go get it
It's you by yo self when you lay in that ground
I ain't asking for nothing, ain't fronting for nothing
Invest in myself, boy I
Rip George Floyd
But women
Rip Breonna Taylor
Trans people
Rip Tony McDade
And Children too
RIP 7 year old Aiyana Stanley-Jones
Killed by SWAT
Yo this
stickin some girl raw
What you heard before aint as big as a lesson
As George and Jeb Bush rigged elections
press release worldwide west to east
followed by
Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
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