Lyrics:
Newspapers, Magazines, Jobs galore
Middle class students, oh what a bore
Designer labels trendy post codes
Putting Charlie up your nose
Brand new
Newspapers, Magazines, Jobs galore
Middle class students, oh what a bore
Designer labels trendy post codes
Putting Charlie up your nose
Brand
rhyme, you can hear the sign of the scorpion
Got you coughin in, stuck by the venom that I put in him
Always loose, never win, I'm developin
A brand new
star
I'll come to your show when no one else is there
'Til you sell every row at the Madison Square
Love sushi, so we'll go to Tokyo for lunch
And if
all on me, do it three times in a row
I love that you a freak, yeah I love you on patron
Baby keep it hot but in my city it be cold
I get up behind you,
ball so hard
So hard like Nqobi
To and fro
Many places to go, baby
Row your boat
You got places to go, baby
Do you know
How I feel in my soul, lil' baby
daily, and pay me
Making hay and hey, can you blame me?
You can throw roses and posies from row Z
Knickers, snickers and liquors
Flick ‘em overhead
Any
and Irish pulling up on boats like they're pirates
Lions and tigers, I came up with riders
Any disrespect will decorate your front door with the bottom
babe
So I walked as day was dawning
As small birds sang when leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
On the broad majestic
cautious
Slip and find yourself in a brand new coffin
By morning, now you're the one with the night breed
You should've known better if you're anything
thot)
Told me be loyal to my people (To my people)
Then you broke my heart and cut it to pieces
(Cut it to pieces, God damn)
Huh, better ride with your 5
gotta end this way
I'm starting over in a brand new day
being a beggar on an oily old rag
is not a living for me
I'm not offended by the modern day
I
impressed by
The fame in this era
Shit, my girl a queen, she don't need a tiara
We don't need an umbrella either
Just give us the rain we don't need help
They
by the bratwurst stand
In woven robes of hand-me-downs
Through golden rows of shanty towns.
The hour is later and I am in danger
Of missing the nine
All a ya late partyin' No excuse for all a ya'll messy being
Gotta let them ho's go come row de boat so
All ya'll people ina de place we roam out strike
to the front row
(Sir, get back to your seat right now)
I buy all the trading cards
And even the pop star dolls
(Give me that, that's mine)
I got a little
look like a croc
Brand new white bitch, head crack rock
Shawty pose for the camera just like a backdrop
She wanna be with the team, I call her my
to plan for her future without him
As she passed by the aisle that he was in, she whispered to herself "let me be your violent smile"
That's what I need
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