Lyrics:
time man.
No Phantom of the Opera, not for me,
I like Coney Island by the sea.
French fries at Nathan's, not Grenouille.
You're gonna see
my day,
Who lived just to labor his whole life away.
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine,
A man will have lust for the lure
up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang
Un-fucking-believable!
Please teacher, teach me something,
Nice teacher, teach me something.
I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst,
My two feet haven't met
about the money, not all about the fame
See, I don't really get her, she really don't mean a thing
I just need you by my side, don't you ever go away
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your
on a limb that echos forward
Adding up
Surveillance we see you when you're on again
Frame by frame
Do I stand on my life
Tired of making shit older
tired and you're tried you can find me in my room
You can stay if you want and the third time you can't lose
Time after time after time
Time after
the same way now for you.
And you're courtin' disaster too
I'm not an innocent man
Then you happened my way
Two paths that chanced to cross
One night
behind you when you're leavin'
And you don't even know it (word, yo Rick, man)
She's brushin' her hair, adjustin' her mirror
She's rappin' my shit, but
from me babe
For I've already grieved"
But that's when you let me
Back into your dream
And I know you're frightened by my laughter
But you're not
model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's
of sweet perfume (Ha oh)
This happened much too soon (Ha oh, ha ooh)
She called me to her room (Ha oh, hoo)
Hey ay
Billie Jean is not my lover
(Don't call
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
I paint a picture, I think it's easier to live that way
But my heart is really broken
I'm not the man you think I am when you see me
Each day Torn
Spanish,
Black, Italian or Jew
So do not kick my door down and tie me up
While my wife cooks the stew (You're under arrest!)
'cause you were put here
You're out of my mind
Guess that makes two of us
Being lead by the blind
It can't be true of us
Taking lessons from the man
Who sells
version of Michael
My recital is as bright as the light show at the Eiffel
A werewolf up in Paris, I'm living off your vitals
I mean I'll be you're con man
you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for anything
No, no, no not anything
And you
My bad for those long long nights, long nights
Mayor
(Fanfare of trumpets mayor
Gorgeously dressed with
Dignitaries enters flanked by trumpeters)
Clerk: You're in luck
(In long shot now the Mayor
Who
Damaged oddity bought by Sotheby's
Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy
You can't even spell but you're an "expert" in
Messing me up, my whole head
Teasing me, just like Tisha, did Martin
Now look at what you're starting
Schoolboy's crush and it ain't on the hush
That's where I'll be, my baby (that's where I'll be, my baby)
In my heart (oh yeah)
I'll always keep you with me (not a day goes by)
Not a day goes by
Electricity deep in your soul
Don't tell me who I am
I don't give a damn
Your dreams are nothing, you're a nowhere man
Think you're really smart
Think
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