Lyrics:
Well out sits granny, old and grey
She ain't had a kiss since I don't know when
She grabbed a stranger a-passin' by
She said, let's go daddy
and handsome, six foot three
There was a look in his eyes that was telling me
He knew that there was something that he wanted to see
He said "Hi my name is
“Day Off”
Written & performed by: Santini Falls aka Santini the Great
Verse 1. I woke up this morning about to iron my shirt.
My pants got some dirt
Nog 'n somerson Kersfees
Want die Koningskind verjaar
Ek skryf vir jou uit die noorde
En sal die posduif vra
Sal hy gaan draai in die suide
By die
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Ooooh
I like it, I like it, I like it, babe
Ooooh yeah
Listen, baby girl, now
You have everything I ever wanted
When you got
scape up skin to blend in
Rats travel by night invite the waterbugs
I'm here to pull the three-prong
When it's prime directive wormhole
Ya dig!?
Gang gang gang
L$D shit baby 3D shit too
I might air it out and turn this bitch into a mosh pit
cin't no sense in looking for my mind
what happened.
Yeah, but...
I lay there every night while you loved me,
And I'm used to nights that go by slow.
And I wake up every morning where
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
So it finally seems you're right
So I guess I'm the only one left
And if I'm lying by your side
Well I guess I just lie to myself
Continue slowly
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Ocean tides,
and prophets
To a virgin came the word
From a throne of endless glory
To a cradle in the dirt
Chorus
Praise the Father praise the Son
Praise the Spirit three
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Yeah, one, two, three, ay
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, Bitches,
the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you
I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear
And I'm a little too late by three or four years
And it may not make much sense now that we are apart
But
if you get mad
But three fingers point back to you
We could stay here
Stay out all night
No one will know us and the moonlight
Kiss me with your
Three blondes on the coast
Scoop them up and I'm ghost
Red head in the front
Side-view of my ride
Blacked out both sides
Cops keep leaving notes
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should goshould go should go
talkin' 'bout a storm on the islands
Run come see Jerusalem!
That day there were three ships leavin' out the harbour
the Ethel the Myrtle and the Pytoria
I don't think I'm sticking to it
My new years resolution was a weak one
Forgot that shit by Feb
I was gonna get shit done
But I had new shit in
a seven in the face but a ten in the ass
And she even look better by the end of my glass (damn)
See, I just walked in fresher than the Certs off in this
feeling
Here with you I am complete
During summer of 2018
Late nights still waking up at 3am
Just to say good morning to your Manchester smile, your
around town
Forget about all your worries
Baby girl go down down
B3nk3mo mi ni oba sh) mi
Yeah yeah
I know say you dey go through a lot right now
do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me, never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause
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