Lyrics:
untraveled ground
Fry and hallucinate, pry and investigate
Blow through the prime of life
Numb all the senses down
Project your fear of heights
Onto
anthem
(Chorus)
*paraphrasing "The Jeffersons"*
I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole
spots
I almost went in shock because the blood wouldn't stop
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't ready to die
I ain't ready to fry, but I'm ready to ride
Some
pressure's on, pressure's on me!
Last to order in my group
Can't decide on fries or soup
So the pressure's on, pressure's on, pressure's on me!
So
think she thought I asked for some stir fry
The other day teri said mark go get a big mac
Then I had her walk on my...
Shake your fist at the sky did your god up and die did your hero
Ever lie does your brain ever fry there are no rules let the thunder cry
Mean let
What they gon' do when the tales of Sabu
With the pooper scooper crew, the mortals, the fools
All fry within my skillet, easily comprehended
I get
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
The nights of birthdays
The nights of fry
The nights of endless drinking
The nights
I know you're out to fry me, but before I go down
I'll let you bitter shovels dig my grave
I know you're out to try me, but remember this now
I'm
coming back
[Verse 2 - Baby]
It ain't nothin to a balla ma, cook somethin right
I need some chicken, French fries, need it off top
Lace my ride, black
they heads like screws
F*** you electric chair
I don't care
Bring it on b****
C'mon
Crack an egg on my head
I'll fry you an omelet
Deep up in
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
delectable, especially the small ones.
No time to cook em in a skillet.
My belly's rumblin', I got a need to fill it.
I don't fry em, the heat will only
got my devices,
My paprika too.
Now I've made my mind up.
Fry your little mind.
Take it.
ain't no joke when you're comin' from the town I'm from
Most nigs be dead before twenty one
I'm tryin' hard just to maintain, I fry my brain
Nigga
laurels
You have to be hardy, but I'm so intense
A bun in the oven, I'd fry in the fridge
A newspaper, crowd blind, snow blind
Close one eye, become their
restera légendaire comme celle de Mafia K'1 Fry
Maintenant qu'j'habite au bled, j'te fais pas la morale
C'est ni une zone de guerre, ni une putain de
cheese on my fries
I put cheese on your guys just to see if they bite (see if they bite)
These niggas'll never be real, they a crew full of dykes
They
like some fries
sippin the tea im fried
he just be spitting straight lies
said he gotta dip
gotta hit a lick
know thats some bullshit
he anotha
Au fond de moi toujours j'espère réunir la Mafia K'1 Fry
Comme le D je suis solidaire, solidaire marqué à vie
Ta vie ne vaut plus grand chose depuis
無敵のウタゲ
クチビルに wonder peach
重ねて魅て 4peace
微笑みで try＆joy
誘って kiss＆fry
春色MIYAKOに 踊れよ淑女
艶めく素肌で☆HIRARI
紡ぐ詩アナタと 華やぐロマン
響け永遠にアツく 桜舞い踊れ
月アカリ ウツる瞳に
光るシズク 流るるヨルも
me
Dick is not attached on
Make him buckle,
Till he gasp
Gotta strap on
Baby open wide
Why you working on a tenor
I need vocal frys
cye cye!
Need
my cake on my plate
Short me my fries, I'm gonna get out the gate
You stay trying to put me in my place
But I'm already here
c self-aware black woman
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