Lyrics:
down on rue morgue avenue
They got some hungry women there
And man, they really make a mess out of you
If you see Saint Annie
Tell her thanks a lot
I
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
with aluminum
Then I'm putting two in 'em
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's
love you lots, they feel like lies
They salty, they know what I got
I value you, you value me
Our past lives saying we can't see
We wave it off, I
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
and I really want you to get close to me
so won't you dance with me, dance
no stoppin' me my stock will be properly watched
I'll be hot to these bianks it be a lot of flocks
At the top will be hoes. [x12]
Yeah, you tell
she's so blind still
Fuck that nigga, you can tell him that you're mines still
And she don't wanna go to sleep, she angry
Lately, she been noticin'
pretend
American Requiem
Them big ideas (yeah) are buried here (yeah)
Amen
It's a lot of talkin' goin' on
While I sing my song
Can you hear me?
I
Been poppin'
Foldin' this money, can't make a knot
How not? High on moon rock
Y'all still locked
After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot
6
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger's got you tied up in knots.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake
Fade away
Walk around in circles as the fire escapes
With sorrow undivided by the love of gold
When nothing is so pure it can't be sold
Believe me
I can't get through
Knots in my mind
I resent
Self I can't find
I can't get through [Repeat x2]
A paper and a pencil
Are the best friends I've
got you beat, you can tell by the company she keeps
She's a politician
A broken mirror and razor blade
She's a politician
Hot headed all
to live for
I can tell the world, yeah
(By the stars above)
I've come a long
(Long)
Long way
(Long way)
Ah, sometime I'm gonna cry tears of water
That came
the speed you got.
Go Tulane, you know you need a lot.
Go Tulane, he’s laggin behind.
Go ‘head on, Tulane.
Go by your father’s house
Chorus:
Aint no bitches like the ones I got
All top notches gotta stay on top
Party all night and we make a lot
Gotta keep a fat knot it dont stop,
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomachs stay in a knot
We kill each other, it's part of the plot
I wish the hating will stop (war!)
Me and brother Bill was goin' fishin' down to the river one day
Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdough
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can
It's your big day, your big day
So you want to tie the knot
Tie it tight, don't let it rot, the memory of this day
Are you deafened by the bells
It's your big day, your big day
So you want to tie the knot
Tie it tight, don't let it rot, the memory of this day
Are you deafened by
and daddy's spinnin' from the booze, and the last song is finally sung
We can run to the moon, can't stop a hunny moon
Don't it sound like a lot of fun?
Let's
a junkie, only had enough for two rocks
Now I hit the studio, record, and watch the Boondocks
Tryna bring a group of hoes, told her bring two knots
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