Lyrics:
her lips when she talk
I throw her in that Bentley coupé with the top off like Mardi Gras
All that cake, come get you some filling
Like a soap opera
Gras
All that cake, come get you some filling
Like a soap opera come watch all my children
Hit it so long that she might lose feeling
With her legs in
of partial extreme
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater
Acting like a soap opera queen
Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come
Always remain the same you
And you won't have to worry about a different me
Let's get it
I ain't your boyfriend we got a understanding
Titles for soap
life
Or soap operas all day
In rooms of dirty laundry
But I'm in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to its gables
And the sun
religion
And soap opera love
Whatever happened to
Heavens above?
Well you can lie to me
And I imagine you do
If nothin's right
What's wrong?
That's
Over.
The man who's head expanded.
The soap opera writer, would follow him around
and use his jewels for T.V. prime time.
The man who's head
fights to type
Story of murder in his life
Or soap operas all day
In rooms of dirty laundry
But I'm in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
watch one soap opera a day. And if he happens to walk in
The house, I'm
Paranoid. I just jump up and turn off the TV. Except he says, "Is that
All
clear
I do what I want I can't predict the future
And those who can I know that they are lying
I know the truth can be hard to swallow
A soap opera
soap operas while they steady brainwashed the masses
Cause we could make a vehicle that runs off ashes
But they own a patent for that, and that's
And have you heard the story of,
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
(sounds like pure soap opera, tune in tomorrow)
I may cry
(what a swell party this is)
novela
Soap opera shit
These are days of our pies
So many RN's I done made
Waitresses I done saved
The blow dryer bar for bitches who ain't learn
the night is sad and lonely
I wonder if she's watchin' TV, cryin' with soap opera stars
I wonder if she sees them in me and if we gone too far
Look
dream re-written without your permission
The real luster, the soft focus, the soap opera vision
Is just the hindsight of a world who's just been lied
a hold pon her
I say mi ah hit it inna slow motion
And she say man ah slow lover
Love you long time, man ah coming like a soap opera
And see me take
sister trippin', got my grandmother stressing
'Cause she's only 17 and she's already pregnant
Another segment of them ghetto soap operas
B.G.'s is
that Bentley coupé with the top off like Mardi Gras
All that cake, come get you some filling
Like a soap opera, watch all my children
Hit it so long that
lost a generation.
Living a soap opera, as the world turns.
Feel the crack on your back. Just think, don't be a fool or you'll get burned.
On the the Black Star galactica
Yo, another world
'nother 'nother, 'nother, 'nother, 'nother world
Never never never soap opera
Whether you, Indian, Dominican,
and twist
While she listen to the oldie soap operas smokin' bogies
On the phone gossiping telling homegirls stories
Girlfriend worried 'cause her son's in
permission
The real luster, the soft focus, the soap opera vision
Is just the hindsight of a world who's just been lied to
Of sad surfs, and untouchable lords
hearts winning a race
Love in a cup you're my bartender
Emotions keep on pouring when I'm less sober
Like no drama no this no soap opera
But I'm down on my
And have you heard the story of,
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
(Sounds like pure soap opera, tune in tomorrow)
I may cry
(What a swell party this is)
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