Lyrics:
you Monalisa
The bitch bad in the sheets love ran away chillin' at the beach
I couldn't talk about it
I was catching bodies
Stacking bodies just on top
of urgency
You couldn't let me breathe, baby
Say all you need
Baby boy
The storms in your head could alter the world
But break at the beach
And where are you
I know a girl, whose face I've seen,
On every cover, of every daydream.
I know a boy, who's crazy for she,
c TV award, they call him “M.E.”
If they
June and December feel the same
I Got the game on my back my vertebrae feels no pain
Y'all never knew this whole time I've just been in a different
people, Mexicans, Muslims
I hate apple pie and the beach boys, but Big Oil I love em
I love forcing my religion on atheists that hate god
I hate killing
hard to come up with what to say
Journey starts now, just a boy from the bay
Doing it our way
Everything you've heard and seen
It's who I wanna be, it's
it's all about your connections
Like the WiFi
People lookin' at me funny like tie die
Why try
Cus the boy got heart
I think I found my fresh start
All I
it came from
You say you love me? Name three of my albums
You can't get to heaven with that tattoo
If you think that's all that's stopping you
Then boy
another white boy who went and tatted himself
I pierced my nose, started screaming
Whatever will sell
No matter what you do, your in sales for selling
find somethin' new in life then
I'm blessed to have a job that I enjoy doin'
cnd now as a man doin
' what I was a boy doin'
Rap music
I'm glad I did it
I
the tre with Alex
So inspired by all of these blacks staying in mansions
Time passed, my congrats on graduations and marriage
Same time got me reminded i
to somwhere by the sea
so i stays in a fukin' B&B, you knows it
Oue la piscine et dans la gare?
i dunno much french so i won't get far
i ask all these bastards
[Verse One: Tom Rockwell - Sudden Death]
I took a look at the state of hip-hop, and it made my jaw drop
Ccause it's mostly just sloppy pop
I've
my album
And I ain't talkin about no acid, oxycotton or valiums
I'm talkin about myself all the shit I've seen and the green I smoke
I'll be goin
the smell of salt and sweet
Gold in the air like the sun off the beach
I love the stories that make us so unique
You can copy the food but the soul is outta
on why you should date me
One, I’m a special someone
I’m a goofy little guy that likes to have fun
I like walks by the beach under the bright Sun
But for
Charity clothes
Beach bound videos
Just another guy with a set of strings hitting notes
Arrogant with problems it seems
Just another boy in skin
What's going on y'all
I know it's been a little minute
I've been taking my time with the shit
Day by day
Still being true to who I am though
I love
bein profiled by the cop
I be like "I just bought it" he'll be like "lil boy stop"
Mad because I'm shinin and they gotta work til 6 oclock
Callus on my
how you getting in tune Yeah
Areece the boy doing things
Outchea with my kingfo shit is Getting real Quagga
I can't live my life without you choke em
and not see myself but a hundred stars
I'm so comical, astronomical, but no zodiac signs
Drive me crazy
In a Rari, Young Riri
Girl you've changed me
I know
the day.
Dumped by his girl, he paid for her liposuction,
His friends call him "Money", in his introduction.
And Marty knows nothing but claims to know it
Feels like we're all alone but we're not so feel down
I've had enough of this shit
Album review came back
Say it's a flop outa ten
Votes giving me a six
I've been looking at life
With some new eyes
Changing what I think
Is progress in my mind
Trying to reinvent
My style and sound
So I could bring you
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