Lyrics:
a monster)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (goin' brazy)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (I'm not
How the fuck is God the only answer
Sometimes I pray the same shit, and know the answer
Every time I live by the flesh, I feel a cancer
Spreading so
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus
Yeah, my family feud like Richard Dawson
The survey said I'm hot in right in your apartment
This Brick City,
The TV is boring me
I wish I hadn't turned it on
Lazy me
Stupid me
Not pleased to be here all alone
Richard works on the trains all day
Trying
Richard Kelly
J'fais des push ups ça parait-tu?
J'fais du bench avec Marx Bench
Ils m'ont dit
Qu'elle était rendue
Célib yeah
Désolé mon gars catch-moi
stress about a bitch
'cause that's the old me whole world mine
I be feelin' like I'm Tony Montana (Kid)
Riding 'round the city by my lonely
(Woah oh)
If
Every time I’m wake up (Okay)
Promise that I gotta get it (I get it)
When I get the cake up (Okay)
Promise that I cop a Richard (A Richard)
Neck all
Jag Mua Pandit Bhaya Na Koi
I came
I saw
I fought
To reconquer
Forged by the flames
On the river banks of Ganges
I'm caught in between commercialism
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (woo)
(Woo)
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming
up by the waistband?
Plus, I promised, one day I would take her to Graceland
There's things she needs to see
For instance, I plan on building a family
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
I like the way that you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me of
Black and white movies
And I will put a white dress on and
By the window wait
ever walk through
You need to read my Tao right now
You want my karma in you
I got blown by Krishna
Let me show you what it felt like
Descartes and Marx
the hair length of Cher
Each nut is the chair width of an Acorn stairlift, beware of me
Lyrically I'm terrible, better get your lyrics prepared
Richard
Separated by at least seven different time zones
You adapt to when I end my shift and I'm home
Right there waiting for me, oceans apart
Like that song, by
from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli' on me with a Richard Mille on me, I'm the bigger homie
I don't get no sleep, I
you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
I'm by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
Damn Max, this one's too hard alright
Got me and my cell
Drive that Lambo fast look
Like I'm speed racing
This new Richard cost a milli'
Like I'm
no one comes in pity but his maid
to help with the records
rewarded by efforts that she made to set the sailing straight and smooth
again
richard
running
Causing chaos outside
He even stole someone's ride
I'm just chilling doing crack
Richard then came from the back
He brought in a fire hydrant
I
on from the shoes to hat is beasty
Plenty Henny, I'm feelin' woozy
I took too many tonight, it's a movie
Look, take shots, take shots, take shots
Shot
as well be strippin' in Chippendales
Naked with nothing but just a Richard Mill' (woo)
Bitch, I'm rich for real, you just pigeon shit on the windshield
on my cards, or my caps, or the helmet I'm drivin' with...
to write Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard
Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt
.jpeg/275px-Harpo_Marx_playing_the_harp_(cropped).jpeg "Harpo Marx")
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