Lyrics:
That fat little bitch, all it took to bribe her was a fucking Mcflurry
Tryna make my way out this God damn store, I'm in a fucking hurry
On my way I walk
to the right bounce to the left
You can Bankhead Bounce by yourself
Anyone can do it just let me know
I know a little spot where we can go
But first, you
enough, the little one's number 1 and the husband's number 3
Mother's overprotective love consumes all her energy
His lover days are over, a father is all
By paying Very very very little bills
Sometimes thinking about it gives me the chills
When I imagine my life without a cell phone or telephone
That
morningtide
The dear dead girl came back
And stood by his bedside
The girl he lost came back
He saw her flowing hair
It flickered and it waved
Like a breath in
a shifting sea of data
Where there's so much information that nothing really matters
We can't see the forest for the screens
Or hear the birds singing over
Mean you better be aware
He gone grow a little fast it be like tortoise and the hair
Wish he still a little boy but now he rightfully the heir
And make
words on my phone again
Shit
Can't find a charger
Dressing like a homeless kid
But sounding like a carter
Remember k-3rd grade i went to a charter
Pass it
Especially the ones, taking dem cat nap
Calico or siamese? We own three.
One that's obese the other 2 are Chinese
So precious I even take em the movies
There's
dancing little round-ups
On the side, flowers grow on, sprout up
None of them are prettier than you
Now three birds sing a buffalo soldier
And I think how
to make space in the house, I guess
For a little bit of chaos, toys on the floor
Turning two into three or four, cause
We're just getting to the good part
and hurt your feelings
Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square
My squad hangs out like four hundred pounds in brassieres
My death
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
the courtrooms
Shootin birds at the judges
Fuck Teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin documents or complaints from black workers
Chorus:
Oh the best hair of my generation been destroyed by stylin' mousse
Some of the best hair of my generation
Been destroyed by that evil stylin' mousse
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck
by our nagging doubts.
The new age and the restless nights.
We said we'd like to see the sites.
He said he'd like to take us.
We first made his
of mercy
Inadvertly, you a snot-nosed little bird geek
In a spot chosen by God's flow
Through the church deacon who curse teaching
With hollows, like
to be
Chorus
Good times for you and me
Good times for all humanity.
Verse 3
Somewhere by a river, I'll get for us a little place
The moon and stars
a rise
Out of who?
Ayy
What do you need?
Different degree
Under the sea
Looking to freeze
Turn up the Heat
Florida Beach
Up by three
Finally free
The key?
Hey everybody, it's me
Spitfire on the beat
Yeah I know that I say it every track, relax
I just gotta let 'em know who it be
By now they see, I play
the FaceTime, 1 Skype and 3 Zooms
If I draw for the lead, turn that boy to cartoons
Got an inkling for colours but this ain't Splatoon
To my bird I'm a bear like
I can't escape you, my baby
I've been thinking bout' you being my lady
We had it all when you took the call
Just don't leave me chained up by my neck
I'm excited about this one
Excited about this one
Hold on, turn that bitch up a little bit
Hopefully, y'all can barely hear
Excited about this one
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