Lyrics:
but i like you most all the time
anchored by my need to know you outside of your window
in plain view of pigeons and bums
but you're so
bum up in his plumbers house
But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account
I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty
The null
that man?
c'mon Vurs, man you my favorite MC, next to me
Cause these MCs are losers! (crumbs!)
They just some wannabe bunch of me broken boosers (bums
and bleak
Reflect the words we dare not speak
By the bottle's end
We may have done our time
What you want's to stay away from people like me
Who twist
black people, eat too much grease
'cause every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks
Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Rover's son
Political rebel,
Said the monkey of the three wise bums
Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent
But he's seen what jammings been done
And they're selling tickets
money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
Responsibilities and obligations
Easy living riding high
I'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out
I never wanted more than what's already
from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more
racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley
'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all
with no kind of worries
On the block drinkin' malt liquors and hard liquor
Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin' Jigga
I'm from B-R-double
Albert was a man
Took kids by the hand
He had too much fun
He touched their little bums
He lit fires up his ass
Made him cum real fast
He
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
Out da Gate
He a plate - Shouda Did sum Checking In
Niggas bums
Nd dey fake Drake Put dat Cappin 2 a End
Don’t b dum
Dis chopa split u like
could probably fill a tub
They ain’t know I rap niggas thought I was the plug
If you knew better you would do better stop fucking with them bums
This
bum
Nie znam cię i nigdy nie zobaczę
Studzę cię i jak peta gaszę
Inaczej byś to zrobił jakbyś był poważny
WeŹ wreszcie odbij
Nie rób sobie w głowie
Vandal's anxiety
(Will) lock you by the neck
Delusions and shoulder check
Make sure you outrun the aftermath
You know, it decreases over time
So you can understand, empty like a bum stomach,
Run, ain't no way to run from it,
One, thought you was the one for me,
Done, guess you really done
By the way I am wondering
Why you want to be cuffed when
You out here being shady
You out here making love with
Bums that’s so nameless
You about
a bum?
You ain’t have nothing so you had to step son
I fucked your dad now you mad you my stepson
It’s not my fault these niggas jealous cus I been on
I
web and
Ran into a children rapistShot
A KKK member cause the nigga
Said he's fuckin' racist
I just pulled 20k out of BOA
Lil bum-ass nigga work for
wit da Joker
Bum u is so mediocre
You look like a Smoker
I’m So High Hate Bein Sober
Cup be Leaning Over
She wanna Mate & Make a Baby
I might need
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