Lyrics:
heroes
Either way the street snows
Either way you look at it
Out both teams
He sold like Pete Rose
A fat fuck
Sounding stupid
Every line daddy say
Tell
Mr. Mixx
[Intro from the original PSK, which slows
Down and switches to this track]
Uh! Give it to me now!)
(Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here
focused on commas
And dollars signs in my pockets
So I been out the way
Think I've been the same
You can't hang today
There's nothing fake about it
So I stood on the roof
Asked them what's going on
They said, didn't you hear
Our side won
It was my first time hearing about it
So I hopped in my ride
laugh about it at the office
And you're forever remembered as the poodle man!
"I knew the poodle man and he hated fucking poodles"
New york teaches you
It's goin' down
It's goin' down
Hey, I know you think you the one, homie
But can't nobody escape Gravity
Yes sir, it's about to go down
It's
impressed by these niggas
Never get it twisted I ain't pressed about a nigga
I know it ain't a good feeling getting text about your nigga
Don't ever want you
the
Delight that is your womanhood
And call your name, Alice
I read the program by the light on my phone
But all I could think about was
Being with you alone
Gilbert Arenas
We ain't from the same pain, it's different procedures
Me and Jus the same veins and same intravenous
Yeah, I judge a man by how he dies
May-December by Mos Def in my headphones, that's the man
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
and Floyd this
How the fuck we stand by and just record on some reporter shit
That's that Covid 1 9 I think we all sick
Cause doing nothing is the same
So it’s never a typo
Suck a fat nigga skinny lypo
Fat oh ass everything else micro
Shorty a throat goat
Ladies dropping that ass by the boat load
Ugh
I
go bet against us
Fat lady, she doing her runs
And you should know what that mean
Gotta give it up for the best team
Oh, oh, oh
Learn from the loss
and get funky
There's no one to run to cause nobody cares
MC's drop to your knees, say your prayers
The luck of the Irish is about to kick in
Prepare to die
its dripping paint bitch be so hot think she finna faint if its about dough then im on my way
reconigze real but its so much fake saving hoes you should
It's anotha lonely weekend, I'm just drinkin by myself
I've been thinkin about my wealth and where I'm gonna see myself
I don't know
I don't know
I
gates open
I make a goddamn mess
I'm a find my way
Take it day by day
Just be patient for a minute
Hold me darling and you'll see
That's the thing about
to
I used to think that love was just drugs and cash
Pretty, skinny girls with fat lips and ass
Parties and drunken nights threesomes and fights
Now I
talking about, approachin a mac?
Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat
I'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippa
Cut your arm of to get
Oh, me name is Joe McDonnell, from Belfast town I came
That city I will never see again
For in the town of Belfast, I spent many happy days
I love
life
It's real life for you, it's real life for many
It's about where you been, yet at the same time you
Hey, you find yourself, in the midst
Gravity
Sometimes I think about the reason
Why we met by chance
Sometimes I think about the reason
Why I fell in
I think differently
You the reason I feel greatness hidden in me
And anytime you think that I am special
Guarantee it is something that you did to me
baby please don't blink
It goes by in an instant just think about it
Yeah, baby just think about it
Yeah, can we just talk about it?
Don't talk around
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