Lyrics:
no
Don't have a reason I can give
At least not one that I can understand
Just somehow disappeared
It slipped beneath the fingers on my hand
It
How can one become so bounded
By choices that somebody else makes?
How come we've both become a version
Of a person we don't even like?
We're
matter
'Cause I'm sittin' in history
Learnin' 'bout a sucker who didn't give a fuck about me
They try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is
anyone you meet
They might be big
They might be small
Maybe brown or round or short or tall
Let's have us a real good time
Don't wait long
don't understand
Had a few doors slammed on our tails
We've been kicked and cussed
But everything's cool for two
Old cats like us
But everything's cool
in high and low places
So while they fight you down
Stand firm and give Jah thanks and praises
'Cause I, I and I nuh expect to be justified
By
(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know
Mama, mama, you know I'm still friends with Mickey
They say that I shouldn't like him anymore, 'cause I'm all white
Well, he's allright by me
Don't
a system
That's falling apart
With money to burn
On minimum wage
Cause I don't give a shit
About the modern age
I don't want to live in the modern
She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark
She don't like the fame, baby when we're miles apart
And she getting to the point where it's
box, they'll stuff you, fuck you, I am not the tussle
Niggas don't know me, I'm Detroit's king nigga, bow
Rock City's where the niggas pimp hoes
box, they'll stuff you, fuck you, I am not the tussle
Niggas don't know me, I'm Detroit's king nigga, bow
Rock City's where the niggas pimp hoes
drunk on the floor
Yet you understand
Yeah like no one can
We both know what they say about us
But they don't stand a chance because
When I'm with
a catfish connoisseur
And I love the Lynyrd Skynyrd band
And I'm crazy about the NFL
And I'm a diehard NASCAR Fan]
And I don't care what nobody says
I
And the niggas by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts
Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
But, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movement
And move men
of us, without consulting any of us
Sales and distributions of our futures, uh!
If this world were fair and right, they'd give up the car keys this very
electrified
I'm spilling wine in the bathtub
You kiss my face and we're both drunk
Everyone thinks that they know us
But they know nothing about
All
What about you, what about me?
Two years from now where will we be?
Each of us gone our separate ways
Lost in a headlong passage of days
Maybe we might
I'd rather be home,
But I make my livin' on the go
Big silver eagle spreads her wings
And drops us at another show
I think about holdin' my baby
to think
About this weather, my dear?
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again, oh baby
Won't you come and put our two
but real recognize real
Now we like two red-nosed Pits
Cross him, you gotta cross me
And don't forget about where my nigga AR be
He be in the cut,
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit
part of my charm
By the way you swept me off my feet
With the gentleness of an angel flying by
I'm a long shot baby but they do come in
Why don't we
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