Lyrics:
said, that I'll sleep when I'm dead
Who's on the beat upon the feature with Ed? It's D-E-V to the Z
Overtired, pale-faced like Michael Myers
Bags
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
on the back yeah I like it like that
Nice and easy, slow and breezy
Movin’ on up like George and Weezy
Little bit of classic, Throwback magic
Cruisin’ that
the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back
I go by M-IN-E-O, but it really don't matter
Bury me with no tombstone
I want you to know my daddy
We don't seek Him, He come after
We don't reach
GET ME HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Written by George Paolini, Sherry-Lynn Lee, Caley Rose
[Verse 1]
Winter time
drinking cocoa by the fire
Snowball
Michael Rennie was I'll the day the earth stood still
But he told us where we stand
And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear
Claude Rains
Downtown north past the airport
A dream in switchgrass and concrete
Three gray floors of smoky windows
Facing the street
Michael pulls
you
And it makes me mad
You left one day
And never came back
Stayed all summer
Then went back home
Macualay Culkin wasn't home alone
Fell deep in
down that St George strip
Just to see if you would notice
Oh shit
Had so much problems back then
Yeah we was just floating
You wanted all my love
smell good stay sprayed on, I hit downtown and take girls home
That bonfire, light that up, home grown shit, roll one
I got a gun rack in by back glass
on a George Michael 45
cnd I don't even own a player. I just want to die.
I said chirp-chirp and ordered three strikes for the Theban band
It's spring in
times don't wait and go
You gotta' take control
Those fools don't want to be home
You can do anything that you want to do
All you got to do is to put
Taylor was lying at home
Turn turn again
8 bullets later and she was gone
They just turned to the rain and the wind
George Floyd face to the ground
I’m too young to die
I wonder if that’s what Trayvon Martin thought in his final minutes
The saddest thing is George Zimmerman did it
A white man
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
comin' home.
I dreamed I got a letter from me darling Josephine,
She asked me would I marry her, back home in Skibbereen,
But the girls out here have
and it takes me away
Sung by country people and you feel what they say
Like George and Tammy who chill you to the bone
And Loretta Lynn who sings me back
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Every night? (Oh-ah oh-ah oh-ay)
Yeah
Your boy got faith like I'm George Michael in Limp Bizkit
This life's great and my friends told me "Do not risk
Got no Rudolph, no sleigh
Got no reindeer to guide me
The radio plays Jingle Bells and George Michael
What no one can see
I'm happy as I can be
by George Clooney
You said match my energy
And if it feels good, do it
If it feels good, do it
Monday at the end of May
We met again on Memorial Day
We
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
now run
Out the blocks now who's the perpetrators
Time to zip through to the real gladiators
Your soul's possessed by Hercules
Barcelona's now ancient
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