Lyrics:
Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?
You know I love you
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was
damn this wasn't worth it. Do you know why? Cause he was planning on bangin' and duckin' out
Barney: No!
Older brother (George the Poet): Shut your
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
money that bag im chasing money that cash I want it all
I fell of down on my ass I wasn’t reaching for hands they all watch me fall
I want that money that
bright
George Romero got flesh right
Bite it off so easy
Fragile and surrounded by a cold endless night
George Romero got flesh right
Grew new flesh
lit, but me and Dave East wasn't feelin' it
P from QC gettin' sued by his BM
The cokehead to have five abortions worth 15 Ms
Talkin' 'bout Lira
wasn't until years later after leaving the south for a while
That I came to appreciate and understand the whole Skynyrd thing in its misunderstood glory.
I
we feel jaded
Ritchie's not well, I guess we gotta face it
Lads are so full up, and fed up of heartache
I know my mate George is blinded by grief
You have many things
GEORGE
Well, nothing that's not been said
DOT
Said by you, though, George
GEORGE
I do not know where to go
DOT
And nor did I
gon' be starin' (bitch, bitch)
Really wasn't gon' do this, last year I said that's it
But I'm back like bing bong, Nems got me sayin' that shit (fuck
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
Matthew, AJ
Frank Smart and Natasha
Give it up for the ones that's gone
Not forgotten
I'ma keep it going, they feel me stopping
Tony Robinson, Eric Hill, Mya
Saw through my window last week
Though it was blinded not by curtain or the covering peaked
My curiosity was gorgeous I'm like George's first cousin
country's stuck in my bones
Nothing's as awesome
As a song by the 'Possum
Give me some George, I need my Jones
Shangri-La it's not, but the pickled eggs
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
curtain call
I can hear these words bein' whispered by all
Ol' George stopped drinkin' today
They're all gonna gather 'round me
Lord, I wish they could
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
committed
Because I found that you had done one in the past
And when I went to look up your crimes
I found 'george floyd cried for his mum'
And I would say it
it's stains on your shirt, you know?
Stains on your clothes, you heard me?
Real talk, projects
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit?
Is it just me or does it still feel Like it’s a crime to be black in this country?”
Well charges were pressed and a trial was set And a jury was formed
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
finesse, papa finesse, papa finesse Call me George of the jungle, George of the jungle George of the jungle
Call me papa finesse, papa finesse, papa finesse
It was just me and nobody else
I was by myself
You ain't eat with me, I was by myself
Flex by myself mama say it's us, nobody else
Mama was here,
it like a center A lot of hatin' goin' on, but George, wasnt with it
The feds started watchin', pigs tryna get him Own homie, he did him dirty for
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