Lyrics:
your relatives and your friends in hell
Now let me tell you something, you fucking piece of shit
You'll never have no money, now tell me, was it worth
told me that the baby came early
And everybody's doin' just fine
The elevator door it opens third floor
So many relatives of mine
I walked up
Jerome lovin', man, I hit the pack
Yo, we, Panther power, keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like
concealing another aspect from view
My relative motion is just an illusion from stopping too fast
The essence of being these feelings I'm feeling, I just
old answers
I trot them out for the relatives
Company tried and tested
I use the ones that I love the best
Like an animal you're moving over me
Like
back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
And stay the fuck out my path
[butterfly]
one day..while I was sipping some groove juice I realised..that in the
span of time we're just babies..it's all relative, time is
visiting relatives
It turns a sandwich into a banquet
Tired of being the life of the party?
Change your shorts, change your life, change your life
Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from where she lives
In a car crash, people gathered around the graveside friends and relatives
and alienating all my friends and relatives. And finally the big day came. And absolutely nothing happened. Just another day.
Ooooaaaah!
Now my grandmother was
and relatives?
I hope they're well
Dear Angie, I'm spending my vacation at that same hotel
I've known you now for one whole year
There's something I've not
Jerome lovin', man, I hit the pack
Yo, we, Panther power, keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like
be relative to the
Sun and the moon and a new world will be
Created, I know because it is written here
I see through the bricks to the sea,
relatives of ours
Like the rotifer, the sycamore
Iguanas and sea stars
My brother the ape
My brother the ape
They say you don't get (they say you don't get)
it out
Tell me later
What it's about
Waiting there
Peaches disagree
Rotting beneath the leaves
Dead
Relatives
I could never name them all
below?"
Griselda scoots.
Griselda is greedy.
Her relatives scold,
And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old,
She will lose her complexion,
repetitive
Although I ain't your blood or your cous', it's all relative
I got a gang of rhymes
And Tones' beats is banging
We moving through the streets
mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
I
from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second win
Grow
a relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that
so repetitive
Although I ain't your blood or your cuz, it's all relative
I got a gang of rhymes and Tones' beats is banging
We moving through
dow dow dow down
Invisibility is a relative thing
Hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha
I was all shaken up after I got shaken down
I was shakin' in the air
and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it
Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep
Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
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