Lyrics:
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
actually scary
Well
I suppose I have time for one more spooky story
He he he he
I will tell you the story of
The Ghost of Hash-Browns
Our story begins
One
Tell them I need that Monica Lewinsky fuck a Hilary
Lately I been worried about my dreams
The shining haunting my scenes
My demons visit me every night
feeling groove baby, you're my groove
Am getting bored, baby please tell me some story
Am getting lost, baby, don't leave me being lonely
Am getting bored
always had sports
Dippin' on cops in my track shorts
So tell my mom I ahad to make it right
I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie
show you something else
If they let me talk
But I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to tell my story before a judge
Because I think the murder's
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
there
Just another secret
Where it's just like all the guys
That you told me you ain't sleep with
Now, tell me about it
Did it feel good? Was the sex
Good stuff!
Now, what can I say? You lot... you lot want to know a little story, something sort of about the time we were
making this Powerslave album.
about to sign you up
We can get right, before the night is up
We can get right, right
We can get right, right
(We can get right)
I'm about to fill
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
This is a story about a fiend
Whose hooked on them pills and stuck in a dream
Seen it before with Xanax and lean
Down with the sickness they cannot get
a nickel
Wacka wacka doo-doo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local
your ass up in the car
We got things to do things to do
Tell me why I got this need for you
Talk to me, look straight through my soul
That's why I just
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
even need a visa
But I do feel like life without you is almost worse than lockup
Tell me, can we find love after a breakup
Reconcile and make up, reunite
another cup she just wanna get drunk as me
I up an blow the Glock I face shot all my enemies
Don't post up by that sto I ride late night lurk thru
night
It was beautiful only because NEPA carry light
The perfection to my story so why should I rewrite?
Always there for me so I don't marry life
Ramon,
to tell you about this story
Well he was my brother, I am the younger
He taught me to love myself
And to love the person that's under
No matter the clutter
I don’t believe anymore I lost all my hope
I lost everything, only thing that stuck with me is what I wrote
Some nights when I’m alone I’m looking
And my vow is lift until we raising like an eyebrow
Slide down, Anthony
I overly dedicate
Record tell the truth about me
I ain't got to set it straight
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
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