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freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
This one I wrote this afternoon.
That's the truth.
I had written the first little part of this, and I sang it two weeks ago Sunday on the Ed
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
York City's mixtape circuit. He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Shaw Money, and Eminem himself.
thing
We did was "Who Are The Brain Police?
" and by the time we finished "Brain Police
" his head was going around like this, you
Know, and he says,
celebrated the release of his highly anticipated album last week
Remaining in the Top 20 of the Billboard charts for two exciting weeks
Becoming the first
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
instrument' I did
Classic piano many years growing
Up i was used
Having piano classes once a week, studying
Learning a piece once Evanescence was really
leave a
Pack of your favorite smokes
And we’d take the by-ways to
South Alabama and run those great big
Hills to the great big blue
You sound like you’re
wouldn’t be kidding then
I lie in my room I’m having some tough thoughts
But I think what it did to him
By finding myself felt like a mix tape turned into
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
parked across the street
And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep
Atlantic office
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what
I don't wanna hear no sad songs
All right, yeah
I'm out here cuttin' it loose
You'd think its huntin' season by the way I'm killin' the Goose
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
This album is a compilation of the complete works of Sean Groeninger
Sean retired after a two-week music career
His legacy will live on through his
position # 1 for 3 weeks in 1975
-Words and Music by Curtis Mayfield, Calvin Carter, and Jerry Butler
-charted in 1960 at # 7 as "He Will Break Your
a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm
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