Lyrics:
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
David: I...
Dennis: Can turn a grey sky blue, uh...
Melvin: I can make it rain,
Whenever I want it to, huh!
Eddie: I can build a castle
From a single
talk is more than obvious, it's ominous
Garages, the Phantom, Ghouls, Ghosts and Goblins
Blonde mohawk the collection I'm Dennis Rodman
The money
his motherfuckin' head!
If he got any money, take it!
If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint!
As far as moms bust her in her goddamn
was
Collected by you
Completed, unseated, and sainted to you
And I cannot decide
Whose skin is whose
I hear your feet
Marching down the street
don't have to like me for who I am
But we'll see what you're made of
By what you make of me
I think that it's absurd
That you think I
Am
the crown boy, yeah, I held it
And I'm running around with felons
Brr, brr, brr (Hah, hah, hah)
I'm getting it all by myself
Brr, brr, brr (By myself)
Can't
man
Whose city he built alone
Till the pirates of our western world
Tore it down stone by stone
The clouds are gettin' heavy
As he points unto the sky
Eternal Father, who didst all create,
In whom we live, and to whose bosom move,
To all men be thy name known, which is Love,
Till its loud praises
on the rolling sea
Your face is consumed in a bruised sky's glance
By the brazen wall with your sword and lance
Where [Incomprehensible]
Where dappled maidens,
Oh sing for me and think of me she mournfully did say
Sure I´m an Ulster Orangeman from Erin´s Isle I came
Pure old Dicey Riley I´m still haunted
Yo it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (Kill 'em
Yo it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (Kill 'em
and
Cruise with a nigga, destination "Satisfaction"
Now whose is it, baby? She say, "Weezy fucking Baby"
I say, "Yes in-fucking-deed," she say, "Don't you
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
every breath
Shinin' like I just came home but I never left
Most of them is lovin' me some of them hatin' me
Say hes underrated dependin' on whose ratin'
you
Or argue whose fault it was
Partly yours, partly mine, but really no one's
This is so tough, I'm gettin' choked up
Oh fuck it, we both suck
We
of thee"
"Come in, come in," said his old true love
"And have a seat by me
It's been three quarters of a long, long year
Since together we have been"
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
O, say can you see?
By the cross burning bright
What so proudly we've hailed
Is a hairline receding
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Only free
so its' inheredit-
Tary and very necessary to shine
Legendarily, heavily refined
Contemporaries like the Roots is so rad it's like dag
Which bag did
Roads only control those who move with limitation
Not truth seekers of boundless existence
Whose mission is elevation through endless innovation
anyway
And when the clouds obscure the moon
And normal service is resumed
It won't mean a thing
Because in round two we fought like Ali
And by the end
be a bore.
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile in spite of it
I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still
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