Lyrics:
I got enough
I got enough
I got enough problems
I got enough
I got enough
I got enough problems
I bought a tool
I bought a tool
That's a problem
boo, but I got the potential to
Fuckin' flip what I mention with a pinchin' tool (what?)
Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper
To rip it, just
wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm
deal!
Be silent and listen!
What's the rate per word?
Be silent and listen!
This is the right tool!
No one
Cares your cheap life
No one
Needs your
without fuel, it ain't gonna move, and I'll bet ya
A carpenter can't build his house without any tools, and I'll bet ya
If your shoes are too small, they
There's so much you can do
Bringing 9 to Life
It’s all brand new
STARFACE 9’s the tool
That will empower you
With seamless integrations
Apps and tools
what are reality
Powers from hell
Satan`s spell
Blinds and fools
Die By his tools
No creed, no religion, but death
The smell of this fresh are
Look what you've done
You gigolo
You know that I
Loved ya hon
And I didn't wanta know
That your cool, seductive serenade
Was a tool of your trade
You
at
School
I don't wanna be a tool
I don't wanna go to
School, the place where you lose your mind
Training you to be completely blind
About all things going
tool
I am a vicious young man, oh I am a wicked young man
It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig
I'm just a wicked young
to wipe them off.
CW: You got to wipe them off.
LJ: Mr. Barber, don't be no fool, you can't use that same old tool,
LJ: Unless you wipe it off.
CW:
Can we say it's cool
From a heated pool
When we give a jewel to a starving fool
And if we can't be cruel
Then let us take the tool
And change
to life
Up for air from the swimming pool
You kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it
data to Babel's tower
Seed the clouds with Acidic shower
Army of zombified carnal rage
Conscripted trance from cradle to grave
Power tools, useful fools
We used our hands
We used our hands to make tools
We used the tools
We used the tools to make machines
The machines rendered us useless
If machines
into your dreams
And here I am your life
Hangman, clutching at his tools
I will come for you
The noose is tied
Murmur through the crowd
downtown caveman look man i made a tool caveman ain't
no fool we rock good meat caveman rock me caveman say
"ooh" caveman say "ooh" caveman say "ooh
keep your tools well out of sight
Never pays to work the same town twice
Never hurts to be a little nice
That's the way we make love
That's the way we
and scalp
Buy now and receive the prayer towel
Holy golf divot repair tool
And blessed red plastic martini olive swords
No extra charge
I am innocent
a half a boy and half a ma]
He ain't a fool but he's a tool
Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'.
He'd keep a King Kong eating out
Woah, imma keep a tool, no really I'm that dude
I'ma keep the tools, no really I'm a fool
Woah, cash flow, drop, drop, drop
I'ma keep a tool, I'ma
a half a boy and half a ma
He ain't a fool but he's a tool
Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'.
He'd keep a King Kong eating out
was such a dolt
And he told that sweet young bolt
I hang out with my own tool set
But I'll take you for a spin, don't fret
Oh, you boastful,
The residue of fools
Instead of better wisdom
And advance tools
we prefer to be standing
Looking out from higher ground
Breathing air to lift the spirits
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