Lyrics:
to her, diggin' on her accent
Study by day, by the night I be rappin'
Makin' rap tunes, takin' shrooms psychoactive, no
I don't gotta clue, what I'm here
on the dummy who got spayed by us
She wanna fuck put my dick in her tummy
That pussy is wetter and dripping it's runny
Whinnie the Pooh cause I'm chasing
couldn't breathe
Now I'm about to choke
On my own bad joke
There's one The Beatles song
That's got nothing to do with The Beatles
And living is for everyone
I dreamed I saw the Beatles, I was only about nine or perhaps one after
My uncle dropped us off complete with our long hair, there were girls
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
My Morning Jacket X and Evil Urges
Beware and Be Grateful by Maps and Atlases
Menomena Friend and Foe
John Mayer Continuum and Trio
The Civil Wars
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
way that boys of twelve can be
We used to sleep in his bunk beds
With Beatles posters at our heads
Through good and bad, through thick and thin
He
at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a Grammy
Unless we
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I
times
To my two song repertoire
I told my mom
Her only son was gonna be a star
Bought all the Beatles records
I sounded just like Paul
I bought all
Oh, baby, you don't get turned on by the radio
Oh, baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo
"Why don't the Beatles get back together?"
"Why
Lucy is lit
Getting high off of so much
She playing The Beatles
Like she wanna know us.
Playing with feelings
That she do not know of
Lucy is lit
swag on Gucci bag t-shirt by Vlone
(Vlone)
My niggaz wrap it up pack it up and do it proper
Ya niggaz be frontin' they friendzoned, cause I'm doper
Ain't giving in
Ain't giving no breathers
Hoppin on greens every season
Gone need CPR when I eat this
Tryna hit Liverpool like the Beatles
Ima
of America's on LSD
I've just got to change my mood
Sit and hum a Beatles tune
What can I say what can I do
When there's nothing left for me but you
It's
I’m still with the goats and we shake and we bake
This shit coming in by the load need a rake
I got enough funds to go out and play
I got enough to turn
find me
The sunken place
Shackled down by her chains of deceitful ways
I'm a prisoner of hers
One who's unheard
Tries to do right
But the gestures
a bitch
Maka dang dang billy goat with the hits
Kinda like the Beatles
Walkin' with the people
She gon lick the finger like I ate a Dorito
Narcos booty
Yeah
Cardec on the beat, by the way
Look
Shouts out to Tentmaker yeah we link and build like LEGO
Been watching for wolves like it's Wall Street
Yeah
Big Bris, yeah
I'm in Philly actin' silly like the Eagles
Shades on all black jacket like The Beatles
I been spittin' that fire shit for my
zalicza zgon a teraz to już laska glory hole
Ja siedzę w samotni tam gdzie mój schron naprawiam się by latać Airbus Flow
A ty płuca spawaj mi tu polej ziom
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