Lyrics:
(telephone)
Dick Barber (snorks)
What's there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I'll just DROP OUT
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley's
Yeah
Ayy
No mames wey
(No mames, ayy no mames)
I caught a flight out to Mexico (Yeah)
The plug don’t like to fuck with telephones (Ayy)
Pulled up
of the good times were built to last
Back in the day, all my troubles seemed so far away
I didn't have all these telephone calls to make or these bills to pay
like a telephone bitch
I don't ever need a hoe
Shit took that name right out the phone list
Bitch I own this in my zone it's D-E-V and that's the BONE
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
And there's a super cool band, yeah
Fake tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
And there's a super cool band, yeah
my dawgs
Don't talk on telephones, my niggas know that's protocol
Anyway we livin', jail, or death, I got to tell you, ain't no other way
It ain't
When the iceberg hit,
Oh they must have known,
God moves on the water
Like Casey Jones.
So I walked downtown
On my telephone,
And took a lazy
So grab your pitchforks and start sayin' the Word
You'll be loud and your voice will be
Heard
You pay the telephone man to make you smile
Ear from
trust nobody when it comes to cash
(Loko)
She conceited just like me so we get along, aye
Rubber band around that ass like that skinny thong, aye
téléphone
Puis li té veut un photo de mon cock su son téléphone
Mais Jean-Luc ton fille lé folle
Li secoué son boyo dans mon salon pendant que les billets
The picture fell out of her hand
Through the streets of filth and by the avenue of power and a telephone stand
And the filth and the stream of rain sustained
to find
I ran into some uglies
We began a band
Now together we stand
And act as the bullies
Take me away
Take me into your arms
Take me away
Dancing
and relatives
and we'll just say it's over if I don't shed any tears.
I'm calling you again on your telephone
and all I ever get is another stupid ringtone.
He's
Charge it like a puzzle,
Hit me wearin' muzzles
Hesitate to die, look around, around,
The second drummer's drowned
His telephone is found
Music scene is
Charts are like a puzzle
Hitmen wearin' muzzles
Hesitate, you die
Look around, around
The second drummer drowned
His telephone is found
(Ooh-ooh,
Charts are like a puzzle
Hitmen wearin' muzzles
Hesitate, you die
Look around, around
The second drummer drowned
His telephone is found
(Ooh-ooh,
I'm a Monday morning
Cold, damp and tired, half awake and yawning
Turn me on
Without your song, telephone, wrong number (Operator?)
Misrouted call,
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band
Yeah with their
to be a geek
It's good to be unknown
It's good I'm never waiting
right beside the telephone
Cuz no one ever...
I play dungeons and dragons
I got a 13th
bands
Get my bands up
That's a band, huh?
Let us band up, let us stand up, let us get real
Let me say shit, man I hate y'all
You a bum bitch
You a dumb
up in the front like
Nigga got damn what the fuck
Trunk slam
Man it sound FAMU band in the trunk
Mr telephone man
It's something wrong with my line
Money and power thats the only thing my homies know
Made half band let it settle then I make it grow
I called up mene had me geekin through
Guts and Griffith we a 10-tile band man
All the shit I seen, I'm the white Denzel
Wake up in the morning and I give them hell
Keep your mouth shut, I
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