Lyrics:
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my era so
You click a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in
[ Don Rich]
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
jelly
Playin' fake like Milli Vanilli and actin' silly
I be stayin' gettin' number one, you can call me Nelly
But where was y'all at when it was time
hypnotized by the audio
Now the boys dance like strippers
Wear stretchy jeans fake pockets & mad zippers
Trust fund babies dress poor & claim hipster
go go go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny be Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by
Extremely dangerous
A lot of bullshit, in my peripheral vision
I got a full clip of things I can't disclose
But here's a warning, big boys get extorted
It's
her name upon a tree oh boy there was a change in me
I took the slick enough my hair were lots of clew
And I would shine my shoes and look in mirrors
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raise him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my
nothing like a band of tree frogs singin'
When every now and then they get in tune with grandpa's harp
Now the years have blown by me like the wind
know you shouldn't rhyme like uh
Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like uh
Baby boy, you could do it; take your time; do it
If you get the chance
to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies.
Better by far to marry for love,
Stay broke for the rest of your days
Than to settle down for
sit beneath a tree by the railroad track
Oh the engineers would see him sittin' in the shade,
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made,
Oh n'
This leather Margiela number on the pants
It's my season man
Fuck with ya boy man
Niggas eating all that dick hating on the Real
You Milli Vanilli lip
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers
Leave the light on at the top of the stairs
Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky
A tree taps
on that Milli Vanilli
Boy how is you rich you ain't Touching a Milli
Calling em out now these niggas is Shitty
You not a real killer you not from My city
Do
"Okay"
"All right?" "Right"
"One, two, three "
Cheerful face is wreathed in smiles
Can see him coming for miles and miles
As he passes by he'll catch your
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers
Leave the light on at the top of the stairs
Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky
A tree taps
Northside boy with a Glock sized toy
If I cock it there's going to be tears here
Manic depressive
When life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark
the same thing
Nora Lee
By the stars and clouds above
We can spend our lives in love
You're a hesitating beauty, Nora Lee
We can build a house
In a one bedroom apartment
On the humble side of town
There stands a little Christmas tree
It looks a lot like Charlie Brown's
And underneath
loose like a jerk
I get up like, town, gimme don't say no more
Got them scars on my face 'cause my health be poor
You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow
cap in your raps
You looking silly like Milli Vanilli
Riding round with the top down Veve City
Locked down in the metavere its a frenzy
Provide for
You know I got it made
Save the chorus for me
Already top ten
Ima make it top three
Fans adding up
Gotta count by the tree
Got another new milli
3rd place just like the letter c
Mean boys, niggas couldn’t even sit wit me
My name in everybody mouth they know its to big to chew
Your name don’t hold
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