Lyrics:
the sound of an audience
Losing its mind!
It's the Pope on his balcony
Blessing mankind!
Folks, it's Funny Girl, Fiddler
And Dolly combined!
It's
isam bachiri
i don't know how , don't know where to start
i got the call, i know its time to part
before i leave i took my little one to sleep
and go and play ball with and, my partner
When I see him, I'ma stop his heart
I used to sell weed to M Lo's girl
Mum's life, I was eleven or twelve
stages and fans
Thoughts of my little girl as
She plays at her nans thoughts of my girl
Put my faith in your hands
Some sign the hardest things just
the niggas that you inspired by
Come see how Play Dirty livin', we the flyest guys
We got all the hoes in the building, it's a firefight
Fuck pressure from
to a show last week, it sucked so bad
He was in it underwear, spittin' underwear, he's so disgusting
Yeah, my girl fucked him
She sad he had a little 2
Girl I've been thinking 'bout
How you have let me down
Fill my head with your lies
Think you getting one by
Checkin him when your with me
at my table at dinner the other night
When I noticed a little girl sittin' to my right
She was lookin' at me like she knew me, I guess she did
Cause
noticed a little girl sittin' to my right
She was lookin' at me like she knew me, I guess she did
'Cause then she walked right up to, and then she said
My
Well I met her out at Murphy's restaurant
She said she was fresh from the farm
I remember thinkin' for a country girl
She went pretty well armed
ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
It's the B to the O-W
Wow even your girl fall in love
When I smile
The tight little guy you ain't seen in
an orchestra to me
Little gifts from above meant to say
Girl, you falling at his feet
Isn't lovely or stunning today
Wait for me
I'm alive when you're here
beats and flows
Hotter than a cool walk or steaming toes
[Chorus]
All format wanted was a little ditty
He could spin his shindig
So he said
is for my baby momma's on food stamps
Girl don't be mad if you lost ya man
It's another dude that'll take his place
Love you're bullet wound
a puddle of blood
He told his little wife not to worry
He said, "The soft ground has broken my fall."
He told her he'd love her forever
Then he didn't
I, step off into the party like a real O.G
Got a- bout 40 or 50 girls behind me
They all- must be waiting for my pool party
I'm just- tryin
Hate was pushed away by sorrow
Now I'm just waiting for tomorrow
They will make my life a sudden end
Death is the punishment for me
I feel so
So little of what we observe,
Is the girl herself.
Elaborate, scented coiffers.
Adieu d'amour.
Vast is the heirs ballroom.
Let the rich give
I've grown tired, of the words of the single man
Hangin' lifeless on his every word o man
You don't understand dear man
The little angel held
Busting out from underneath just to rise to this occasion
And sneak through Swollen Members freaks you with E.Q.
Putting in work and I got lots of girls
Little Johanna girl of my prairie
Help me fill this house with living words
Further up and further in
Let them fly from our lips
Just like birds
Yeah, I got a little secret
I don't know if I should keep it
Or should I put it in a verse?
I gotta thank Jesus, I just found what I've been seeking
on
On and on on and on
At 15 had a talk with my cousin got me thinking
Was there more to life than girls partying and drinking
I picked up his bible and started reading
said; I dig your style
and I got his number on a tiny little paper
and he said; Pelase call, please be a aprt of my life
I fell in love,
I fell in love
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