Lyrics:
William Butler Yeats in jeans
Got up to play guitar and sing
In some join in Mission Beach last night
At the door sat Tom Waits
In a pork pie
she wanna go into some place that she ain't never been
So I took her, shook her, brought her back in one piece
We walkin' on the beach, sand in
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
I found Christ, Amen
I keep writing with the pen
Teen X like I'm Ken
I don't rate but she a 10
2015 in the den
Memories all from the past
Flying by
and stare when I roll by
Niggas hate me and I don't know why (why)
'Cause I've spent half my life in the sky (come on)
And I buy the things that you wanna
I've seen your face before in my imagination.
One day my eyes will learn to see.
Here by the blue Pacific where
The diamond water shimmers in the sun.
By
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
break
Here in the dark, yeah, we'll be saved
I don't care, no looking back
I've never been, never been, this far from home
[Chorus]
When's
thought it
Made an album over 100,000 people bought it
Thank you
[chorus]
[verse 3]
To all the youngers cotchin on the staires in the flats
With
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
a psychic
I kick, lyrics like Jet Li
Which produce money to put your
Boy on the beach shit, sand in my feet
Tell me what the fuck you know bout me
Now you
the heart of London, far from the bay,
A man in his forties, reflecting on the day.
Golden sands and the pirate's song,
A boy once brave, now the years feel
LSD
You're all big shots. Shot by me!
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
You're little London boys
And I'm talking about
Hit a lick by the dashboard, maybe
Whipping foreigns by the avenue, maybe
Got pikachu, bulbasaur, maybe
Milly rock by the beach line, maybe
Hitting
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
you can call that bitches rich
I'm out this sports, I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
[DJ Khaled]
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic,
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
Speaking of the coast, remember Pfeiffer beach?
You and me, that sunset, cliffs by the sea
And the night rolled in
And you still talk about that moon that
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue
Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss
Counting
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look (ayy)
AP on my wrist, my jacket by CELINE
Water chokin', wanna stash, swear to God, I couldn't breathe
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