Lyrics:
thought I'd let it pass
Santa is an anagram, you're suckered by the beard
Bringing peace to everyone I think that's kinda weird
There's no such thing
over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They
on
So fucking annoyed because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna
So smart, so beautiful, baby hairs to the cuticles
Rolex at eleven, she ain't impressed by the usual
Don't ever disrespect or overstep, that's law
but it was one of those projects that fell by the wayside. Sadly, Mary Sue ended up passing away, so this collab never saw the light of day and I sat
at the mall, that nigga had a frown
I walked away, he mumbled some shit, so I turned around
She was never yours, nigga, bitch, you a fucking clown
In a scat
on Sunday; oh by the way,
he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge,
and she and Billy Joe was throwin' something off
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose
So I turned her loose
She was screaming
And a foreign student said to me
Was it really
thoughtless
So any problems that we had I just solved it
Speeding in the charger do a drive by
Bullets connect to his head like it's wifi
I put diamonds on my
a place and
I saw a real strange, weird object
Standin' up talkin' to the people
And I found out it was heroin
That deadly drug that go in your veins
of that then I gradually graduate
To a harder prescription drug called Valium, like, "Yeah, that's great"
I go to just take one and I end up like having
a little old
Country store down in Tupelo
There was a virus goin' around
Papa caught it
And he died last spring, sorry 'bout that
Now mama sit's around
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
To explain their experience
Isn't it weird
Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away
And that was their policy
I'm ready to leave
I push the fact in front
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some
crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I've thought that I surely was
like- she's so pretty I'll let her know, but that wasn't the case (Wanna know why?)
I was afraid, focused in my life, trying to be better (Uhhh kinda)
I
I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Something that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke
Wit mo lines than chopped
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real
a nibble on a nipple suckle a breast
When I was little, I used to piddle the bed
Now that I'm bigger whip out my dick and piss on some heads
These weird
me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird I'm getting weirder by the second
I used to have somebody but my alter
a bitch
Buck you
Never trust you
Never loved you
Never was you
Imma touch you
Imma bust you
Imma crush you
Mother fuck you
That's my nigga
just pulled, up to the Golden Arches
Got that wrap and some large Fantas
Got fast food like R. Thompson
My tummy got stored with the starches
I was
What's happening, um
This is my first headline show in the States
In like, 8 months? And I
Was really nervous today
Which is so weird 'cause I don't really
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