Lyrics:
the legs
Thank you for the card with the cartoon nurse
But you see there's nothing wrong with me
You think, "That's what you think."
"That's what they
that you come from Barrytown
Don't believe I'm taken in by stories I have heard
I just read the Daily News and swear by every word
And don't think
Don't bother Jesus (they say you have nothing)
You have nothing to offer (stay in your place)
I must admit (when I think about it all)
I need you in my
who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be
There are lots of special people staying in or passing through
a hand
I'll try my best to understand
I don't know about goodbye
But nothing fails but a try
Stand up, everybody
Why don't ya
Stand up everybody
of this game I'm playin'
I go where dem palm trees swayin' oh oh oh
I'm runnin' it from my mansion
Run shit like tony montana
Cowboy sinatra cabana oh oh oh
gave to me
A partridge in a pear tree
I don't even know what a partridge is, to be honest
A partridge is a bird
I think it's a bird that doesn't fly
Like
(Whenever I get thirsty, there's nothing to do but drink)
(Life is no peculiar that it makes you stop and think)
Yes, life (boop-a-doo-wa-boo-waa), is so
I think love is just a load of crap
But having said that
If you'd love me the way that I love you
I'd take it all back
I don't give a dam about
bitches
I think about it every minute, ain't stoppin' my mission
On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision
Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em
And you think about who would be with you
And then there's Donoghue
Mm
Daddy, I miss them
I'm in the mountains
I'm probably running away from
purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put
grip and don't really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit
garden, yo
Alright, I admit it
We just been playin' with you niggas, man
T, I think you need to load that second clip
B-Hop, uh, French Waltz, uh
This is a modern world
This is the modern world
What kind of a fool do you think I am?
You think I know nothing of the modern world?
All my life has
Explain it all you know and I know
All about you everything you say
And without you nothing comes my way
I can't live without you not a single day
You know
myself?
Oh, baby, how do I do this by myself? (Montana)
Oh, baby (talk to 'em, French)
Project baby, livin' fast
Blues, I ain't breakin' half
Watch
do motorcycles
Tattoos and dirty
Hands always send me to my knees?
Proof that I am nothing but
White trash do you think it's
Bad that I'm attracted
electrified
I'm spilling wine in the bathtub
You kiss my face and we're both drunk
Everyone thinks that they know us
But they know nothing about
All
But oh what a bastard to get off
Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long
You was so open minded
But by
grip and don't really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit
the A with Waka Flocka
French Montana, got that blocka blocka
20 all out on that talk-a-Flocka
Flag on the right that's soowoo bitch
I don't give a fuck about
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
And the dreams of all the things we'll never do?
But I won't mention it again, I won't think about tomorrow
Just let it happen, live each hour, day by day
But
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