Lyrics:
I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty
your bread"
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed
You live in a world of excess
Where more is more and less is much less
A day without fame is a waste
And a question of need is a question
the books below tea cups
I've kept a kind of hell
By the books below tea cups
I've kept a kind of hell
Panic and anxiety so often in my head
But I had
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body,
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea
from the cry of the city
Where flowers, pretty, caress the streams
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in
Don't let it abide in my dreams
Picture me
windows and I'll walk through your doors
Let me live in your country, let me sleep by your shores
Warchild, dance the days and dance the nights away
find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
'Cause I live by the sword and die by
unknown,
He: Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream,
Both: Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my
lives in it
There's a tree on the sidewalk
There's a car by the door
I'll go for a drive in it
And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
He'll
the letter, ran for cover
The police arrived in time for tea
They said they'd like to question me
But I can only curse my fate
I had to face
hemisphere!
Skimbleshanks the Railway cat, the cat of the railway train
You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express
east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
sit sipping their tea, watch the sea
Move the sand through their heads (sit in their chairs by the bay)
Did I show you the marks on the wall
Left by
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't
don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hussle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie, I just
sneakers
They ain't getting money like a
Pre-nun, see it going around, tea cups
G thing travie got her in her G-string
And I could make her sing like T-Pain
Fresh out the gate
We gon' flood 'em
You know what it is (Hitmaker)
It's that Moroccan Sahara Desert, where it meet the ocean at (Sound)
Montana
wed, oh, what a ceremony
An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side
While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride"
I'm
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk
wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm
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