Lyrics:
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
couldn't be the booze
No it's the shoes (the shoes) It's gotta be the shoes!
'Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock
so I say boom shaka
the winterbox blues
Any time you choose, oh yeah
She said oh my, I don't know why
I was just busy watching everyone go by
What's this I once heard, you
the winterbox blues
Any time you choose, oh yeah
She said oh my, I don't know why
I was just busy watching everyone go by
What's this I once heard, you
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Can't fall in love
Baby I'm in love with blue
Okay I'm in love with blues
Fuck these bitches by the 2
I got Gucci on my shoes
From the rags
I got cash
She
got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues
Chorus
Yusef:
This here be a track
Straight out of the blue
Untapped source of a funkdafied force
This course from the source and of course
Muse bound bop
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy
I said, "Excuse me miss I only wanna buy shoes" (big boy)
She said, "I love you Murph, especially in the white and blue" (big boy)
I said, "The
But she flipped her lid
And now I've got the walkin' shoes
And so, I'm gone
You can look for me
Down by the ocean
Cryin' in the deep blue sea
woah)
That's seven figures, all blues
So i can count 'em up when shit get boring (Talk ya shit)
Gonna need that in the- (Talk ya shit)
Сoupe by
See, now y'all cats think I'm playing ha ha
? can't see yo, see yo, see you too
It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you ha ha
See good, you
hangin'
You want beef, it ain't bangin'
Foul memories, you was bent but you
Remember it's the Infamous
Never took our shoes off when we enter
Stash gash
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Poor Adam alone in Eden
Taking off his shoes
Tired of running around all morning
From his animal interviews
He
on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to score on your eye
Hard to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory
Cats is sick like
money pay all your thrills
I wish I could be your walking shoes, step all over me
And take away my blues
My world my love
I wish I was you
lie
Shaking big yansh everytime that she pass by
But Abara Jesu to cover mi he got me
All these Karashika no fit murder me or touch me
I dey ball over
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
a queer so why don't you get on out of here
With the alley cat coat wearin' hush puppy shoes
? seen you with (punk you ain't shit!)
King tee and the liks
mad
Should've known we wasn't going for that
She got a diaper butt, I am her dad
Can't you tell by how I'm spanking her ass
This shit is easy like cat
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