Lyrics:
a lake in little Tennessee
It wouldn't matter if we were on Mars,
'Cause I belong right where you are
And this might be heaven now
At least I start
One little Christmas tree was standing alone
Waiting for someone to come by
One little Christmas tree that never had grown
Cried as he looked up
late anyway
Gotta catch up to debate
After I finish this plate
And drink a little rosé
Can’t take my time
What’s time
On the picket line
Don’t like
Ability
Is what you're capable of doing
Motivation
Determines just what you'll do
Attitude
Determines how well you do it
Just a little theory I apply to my
Theory of Humanity
Produced by 1st official
Verse 1
Sip this limited edition Ciroc with a little chaser
Riding down Rancho California wine
the rabbit hole I go
Running late anyway
Gotta catch up to debate
After I finish this plate
And drink a little rosé
Bridge:
Can’t take my time
What’s time
be Russian back home again, where your peers see
Not even Swiss Cheese has as many holes as your theory
A pattern forms here, you can't shape up,
Listening to a joint that I've never heard
By a hometown girl who used to be your wife
Mining the vinyl for a final word
I'm sitting here feeling
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see or cope
heaven and a little hell, uh oh
You've got a wicked way
You got captivating magnetism
Your alchemy got a hold of me
The fortune-teller tried to warn me
You sin, sin but you do it so well
A little heaven and a little hell, uh oh
You've got a wicked way
You got captivating magnetism
Your alchemy got
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
as mother & fog
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Sea! Osh!
Where's yr little Neppytune
tonight?
These gentle tree pulp pages
which've nothing to do
with yr crash roar,
I got a text like where you at
I'm trying to get it mary popping Trapping on the track
Mix a little bit a
With a little bit of that
Then you put it
One little Christmas tree was standing alone
Waiting for someone to come by
One little Christmas tree that never had grown
Cried as he looked up
stare's like a ray gun
As we walked by everything and
I wished there's something I could do for her
May be If I
Took a little time to talk
Then she'd heal
your trips if your duns come to shoot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leery of the deadly '7 MC' theory
Soon as you they hear me, I
Children Go Where I Send Thee
Spiritual
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee
I'm gonna send thee one by one
One for the little bitty
their bubble, but we'll be getting by alright, ah, ah, ah
I'm caught up in the middle, jumping through the riddle, I'm falling just a little tonight, ah,
As a tot, when I trotted in little velvet panties,
I was kissed by my sisters, my cousins, and my aunties.
Sad to tell, it was hell, an inferno
As a tot, when I trotted in little velvet panties,
I was kissed by my sisters, my cousins, and my aunties.
Sad to tell, it was hell, an inferno
As a tot, when I trotted in little velvet panties,
I was kissed by my sisters, my cousins, and my aunties.
Sad to tell, it was hell, an inferno
As a tot, when I trotted in little velvet panties,
I was kissed by my sisters, my cousins, and my aunties.
Sad to tell, it was hell, an inferno
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