Lyrics:
'Twas an afternoon in a wet July
Oh I was hungry and I was dry
And in a pub called The Ivy Bunch
The landlord served me a ploughman's lunch
Landlord
I was depressed
Feel like I did not have a space to call my own
Fuck a tastemaker, gatekeeper, hip-hop's my only home
Blacklisted by some, top ten
"You are tuned in
To the greatest
Young H-O-V
Let's go get 'em again Just
Oh my god, come on!"
Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
thought by now a few things might clarify
I got a mind that goes out to lunch for days
And a body that sometimes disobeys
I get into the parties but i
belong
All God's bachelors hanging in a bunch
Wolves in Wool-lite beat 'em to the punch
Score another knockout, barely bought her lunch
What went
And I ate lunch with Grace Slick yesterday"
We see you at Wallichs and
Down at The Ranch Market
Waiting for pop stars to casually stroll by
Oh, Rodney
If
To injurious humiliation
Assaults with kitchen implements and fire
False imprisonments, bisection by piano wire
My client's tired, hopes a quick conclusion
You can't stop my uniqueness
Complication altitudes built in compartments
Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
On top of that your ass is
Rollin' round with my cousin
I think I passed the breaking point
Cause I done copped a pound
I hear you streaking through
to have Thursday's lunch,
and as I tried the apple sauce, I heard it crunch,
I'm running up the stairs with my front tooth broken,
the nurse just laughed,
It all started on a cool (cool) afternoon
I was sitting by myself when I noticed you
So I made my way across the room
Thinking what I gotta say
Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break
I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car
Somebody shouted out, "I don't care who you are"
I'm riding by my way oh yeh
So judge call me a liar
Nowhere to hide nowhere to run
I know my time has just begun
My rock man is my father's child
talk to you by preference
Oh no! I seem to like you...
Oh woe! I lend a keen ear...
Great Scott! I seem to like you...
Guess what! I find you execrable.
My broken poor man's heart became whole
Walk with you on streets of gold
Talk about stories seldom by men
That claim to walk with you
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
And you'll soon find out it's true
And then you'll have to eat your lunch all by yourself
'Cause I'm already gone
And I'm feelin' strong
I will sing this
my watch the time fly by
Wake up smoke a blunt and I'm fine
Hamburger for lunch with french fries
From five guys
Cause I love when I'm high
Oh my watch
some lunch
Oh! Now that just sounds nice!
I'ma call it right there, game over motherfuckers!
Lonely island, we started this fake rap shit!
The world
JJ Reddick
Put on my boot, I think I'm ready
Which one of you niggas? One of you get it
Keep your head up or you're beheaded, uh-oh
Fearless is my
and gets blown out of here
Have yourself A-tomic bomb
Now introducing Maisie (Maisie) and on my right Will be
Both of whom are here now represented by
Our
(ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh
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