Lyrics:
motherfucka if you smell my cologne
Ask yourself why you're all up in my zone
Back the fuck up off me
I burn just like hot coffee
I'm kind of sweet like
But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?
'Cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil
a sin
From Portmore, yeah, di worst part
To plane fly pon first class
From Adidja Palmer to di Worl' Boss
Get it inna yuh skull, ghetto yute, yuh nuh
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
Get hip. that's it now that's it now!
Niles smiles I wonder why.
Ian Palmer playin' the drums. he's so Cool! get hip!
Play it cool Ian now get hip!
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
a buck, get my assets up
Elevate my conscious, I can't fucking stuck
Robert, Robert, Robert Kiyosaki
Turned an ordinary hoe into a Playboy bunny
I don't
I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
Put my bitches all on hold,
path
Grab the silver spoon, I'm eating Ben n Jerry's why don't you
Half baked flavors gonna take you out the fucking blue
Get down like Robert Downey
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born?
Why am I living?
What do I get
up the old Winnebago
Baby, why don't we go
Rolling down a two-lane
Park it right, by the lake night
Catch a little moonlight
Open all the windows
at the bigger picture, portrait, and I smile wide
Performed the song and the crowd cried
How can I lie? I'm tearin' up as I'm startin' to stare in y'all eyes
I
poker face
But I'm forced to play solitaire till I get up out of here
Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head
Work alone, sleep alone, eat
afternoon
And something just didn't sound right
And so I'm calling you back to check on you
How you holding up?
Oh everything is fine
You know I
your guitars, pack up all your stuff
'Cause if Robert's dad is right
We might not make it through the night
And I'd hate to go alone
Please pick up
I'm no good at chatting up and always get rebuffed
Enough to drive a man to drink, I don't do no washing up
I always reached the stuff piled up
Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha
Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent
watched a movie
From hollywood
(repeat)
Little miss muffett on a squat by me
Took a turn around, I said: can y'all see?
The little strings on the giant
was the best
My parents don't understand the art, Blonson why'd you have to fart on my name
Just put it to rest
I don't like kids, but I like Nic Cage
up, get out
And do somethin'
Don't let the days of your life pass you by
You got to
Get up, get out
And do somethin'
How will you make it if you
balling Robert Horry
I just want the rich me with the poor me
Bending corners swiftly in a 4 seat
Tryna hit the Garden get some floor seats
Bet I hit
amazed (amazed)
Condo by lane it's the mall in
Ain't no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta
lighter, they lured him out from
The Lute and brought him down to Robert's.
And then he said, "Set him up!", cous's payin' for.
And then the 800 dollars,
.jpg/229px-Robert-Palmer-Sunset-Strip-(edit).jpg "Robert Palmer")
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