Lyrics:
things got settled I knew it would fall down
I had so much passion it gave me so much pleasure
That I didn't have to deal with nonsense and pressure (I
this nigga is impossible
Guy: Calm down. Tell me about it... Why is it so hard?
(Music Starts)
Song
Verse 1:
We always had so much
Always had a sense
heart is where the light starts to open your eyes
I can feel it my pulse every time that I write
The good Lord is lookin' down and he thinks I'm alright
and tell me what you see
Maybe there is nothing special about me but there is gonna be
I do my own business, I don't take advice from haters
I don't need
2-3
You already know
cpply Pressure...
(always)
Yo...
(ok)
Had to be be fate...
How da hell you put that a pool on side of a lake
Estate come
special right from the start
In the words of Three Stacks just tryin' to play my part
I'm telling you now the days of pain are over
I don't need no luck
1, 2, 3, 4
Am I askin' for too much?
Am I a greedy motherfucker?
I feel like people gon' be mad at me if I ever say I suffer
But no cap, I suffer
Four, three, two, one
Need a little lovin' babe
Come on and get some
When you're nights are lonely, girl
Come on and get some
Need a little lovin'
Okay one, two, three, two, two
Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
She's not a lady doctor at all
She's got hands like a man with hair
passin' um by
The tension mounds
Now he's number two
All out of rubba
And runnin on fuse
He's door to door
Outta time for
He sees those checkers
heaviest
By the time it gets out to suburban Minneapolis
We were living up at Nicollet and 66th
With three skaters and some hoodrat chick
Drove
animal drums like he's doctor teeth, it goes red light green light 1 2 3, one large coffee, fuck you, peace.
[John Darnielle:]
I crawled down
back the vampires, keeping me alive, there's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door, this is what they make you take the medication for
high?
Where the hell was you when I continued to climb down?
And never wanna reach for the three and go outta bounds
Either way, calm it down
You fuckers
Arrival is immunization, immigration, passport control
And The Committee of Un-American Activities
Departure was: cancel milk and papers
Leave front-door
think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah
I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds no you guys
On da big screen watchin bmf like when they freeing meech
Now I got they attention I can finally speak
Check the score y'all down by 3
No treyvon I throw
I got a job in a band called Black 47
I was doin' nothin' special after 11
Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs
And we bought ourselves
I got a job in a band called Black 47
I was doin' nothin' special after 11
Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs
And we bought
to hell
Been about three years, ain't seen my dad since I was sixteen
Marshals took him from me, so it's still fuck the police
Bust down the door and put
knock down the door
And she lookin at me; yeah she wanna go get it
I take her to bed
Then she ride in her civic
She go on and come see me
She gotten up,
Three in the morning
Wide awake and I'm restless
About another day
Waking up feeling helpless
Try staying strong
While I carry on
Ignoring the fact
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
a one-hour session I got a confession
I can go down one, two, three times in successive continuation
Back to School
I've acted cool
Back to School
I've acted
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