Lyrics:
medicated
Insane in the brain from being famous
And then she walks around saying
They want to get in her jeans
I put out a lot
See, see what I mean
your lighters
We're a little older, little brighter
Time goes by, time flies
So don't you wait for anything
Everybody wanna piece Americana (USA)
They tell me what my name is, Left Boy, that's right
This girl thinks I'm famous, I'm infamous for the night
Every joy's a way as much as take
a christmas tree
I am not talking about Philadelphia when I say that I have boxes of cheese
And if you thought that I have one box then take 36 multiplied by
and break down a pack
1A the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Uh, tryna leave a nigga's head by
like I'm drivin a fereriae,
well I guess it's 'cause I'm sorta famous.
I'm sendin out dope shit, how the fuck can ya blame em.
When the fuckin
famous
I dropped a song called MINDLESS and y'all embraced it
'Cause I think at heart we know most the world is brainless
I be on that new new, they be
time in my life, I'm doing my shit
I, I, I, I can't stand this
Pop-Tart candy
Girls getting famous, getting naked, gettin' randy
Chew it up
Make my
(Big Boss / Big Boss)
Blown by Time they rest at the very bottom of Ages
But they are not forgotten as it looks like.
In deep eyes of the most
looking out of a window to the west.
Francis Fukuyama took me by the arm,
Won me over with his famous intellectual charm,
Swore this beauty wouldn’t
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family)
World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."
Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy
Mountain Landis
Kenesaw said drop that glove
Or I swear by God above
I'll make you regret playing baseball
And Shoeless Joe looked up and saw
Well, I stop by Dixie's half a dozen times a day
I ain't there for super duper deals or the famous fried steak
Dixie's daughter is hotter than a hound
Let's get a bit acquainted
Hey, it's t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the famous flow
Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow
You've heard about Ned Kelly and those other famous crooks
I've seen them on the TV, I've seen them in my picture books
Well, here's a little song
her race, my daughter's love flies blind
I couldn't take her making the same mistakes that crushed my life
I'm dumbstruck by these baseless allegations
Maybe I?ll be famous
Like our own Meryl on ?Big Brother Africa (BBA)?
And find my own Kweku
There?s always another (oh, always another)
Written by
New Jack sit, like G and Nino
Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns
You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue
P.R.'s
your famous son should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood He'd have made good.
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited
(written by jim beauhall and s. johns)
Miss June's old gray two-story
Stands at the edge of town
Its weathered boards could use a coat of paint
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
'head and live careless
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your children's what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy famous
I
forgive me and remember me by our happiest memories
I tend to be afraid to give me heart away (But you was my light)
And if it's dark today, I know you'll
But I am the most famous, I'm a TV weather guy
He smiles at the camera and tells a little joke
H e always says it's sunny if the telestrator's broke
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