Lyrics:
to disagree?"
So Bernice bobs her hair and is instantly ensnared
In a trap so well prepared by Marjorie
Her hair was long, her hair was dark
Her hair fell
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
how you sit back knowing that your dreams in debt?
Just to lay in wait, the greatest fate, is a man too afraid just to make mistakes
It might take ten
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code
okay
Now it's back to the lab, yes back to the bank
Six
So don't think that I ain't sick
That I'm in places you can't get
When you're inside
living hell
my moms and my pops always they on my back
If I wanna succeed I gotta learn how to act
See lifes lessons is more than just A’s in class,
You
me and my brothers[00:48.23]These fuck niggas hate me and I love it,[00:50.12]I do nut in they hoes by the dozen[00:52.01]It ain't bout doe don't be
love to lace,
Come back to my party, yeah its narly, but my bitch awaits,
Ten 7.62 by the pool, I keep that shit in case,
Niggas that want to peep
Bob was that guy who fights
Gets into a gun battle type
With a knife
Like, if you challenge him right now
You may be humbled by the fact
That he is
by[01:38.60]Faith in me was plain to see I had that look up in my eye[01:41.49]Cold as snow I wrote the flow you know I[01:43.23]Played hooky on a snow
back with the benefit of hindsight
I was probably just a pain in the arse
With a vivid imagination and a bizarre fascination with
Jammy Dodgers and Bob
to rotate the tires on a '72 Subaru.
He learned how to change the oil in all the Pinto's.
And he learned how to rebuild that holly four-barrelled
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
up here setting up assets[01:13.66]By His grace i'm gon' get me a wife[01:15.00]Baby you can't fool with your accent[01:17.27]I'd rather make love in
something real, but you struggle to tell the difference[00:27.00]That ain't really how it goes, is it?[00:29.01]I was in the back, I was serving pack, serving
get on[00:35.70]Tired of looking for love, I know That shit gone[00:38.87]I know how I feel when you lost it all, I'm tryna get it back[00:42.50]Get in
headed down south
On your hoe
Like a kilo
She lookin back at me
Like we're more than amigos
In highschool
They use to call me Chino
But I ain't Chinese,
Leave me the hell alone, get back back back
A drop in the ocean
Stopped in motion
Locked in commotion
Got no notion
Rock and a hard place
Rotten, a car
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
Start Over
Copyright 2014, David Seger
Sometimes I want to run away
Pack up this Chevrolet
And drive until I hit the coast
Throw my guitar in
keep in contact with me that's when I fall back
They tend to move like they was better than
Until they Realize that I'm so elite, a different specimen
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