Lyrics:
selling out their soul
I know that everybody's born for something
Just to feed them and keep them from the cold
Sometimes you get to do the things your
selling out their soul
I know that everybody's born for something
Just to feed them and keep them from the cold
Sometimes you get to do the things your
dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love,
We met around this time last year
Surrounded by the Christmas cheer
My heart was still broken in pieces
You took me out on our first date
Held me
and clay of the magic vale
'Cause sorrows sail on the warlock's trail
Mist of the morning on winter's day
Came a man in robe from far away
Out of ashes
this bitch got his rent up on my neck
Run me my money nigga tryna by a Tes'
I could tell she got good taste how she dress
And bitch I dropped out I don't
sinking"
Everybody's wack can new groups comin' back
They on Arsenio, ???? on video
Watch this clownrhyme that's payed for a primetime
Everybody's mean,
to 2d scene, except billy and sunny remains 3d and disappeared scene by scene with either magic or dusting effect]
yes you can be a flower [dusting
Everybody put your hands up
Remember those walls I built
Well, baby, they're tumbling down
They didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even
that I'm wishing they would
'Cause they ain't no good,
If I could I would reach out my hands
Everybody that's suffering
Push you down, get up again
the moonshine glow
It's a cabin way out back in the woods
Where you spend the night because you know you should
It's a 30-yard rush with a case a beer
to skate when she was in first grade
Went to Clark ain't graduate
Moved up out of Buckhead to escape the city
Breakfast at Barney's, she's so ratchet,
She a queen, she gon' dance
Make everybody her fan
Make everybody her fan
Make everybody her fan
She a queen, she gon' dance
Make everybody her fan
Luke (in front of an audience):
As you know, we are now in the strip club, in ... Magic City.
{beeper goes off}
Ohh - somebody's beeper goin' - yo,
And everybody looks at her,
She thinks about it
Blue dress angel face, looking in the mirror,
Shoes,purse, hair tied back and you should see her,
Shes got her
a slut
Now this is how the shit begins
I met Dana by one of my friends
By Big O just to be exact
We was just chillin' by my homie named Pat
Then I heard
with Tommy Chong
I shot a movie with the guy from Halfbaked
He didn't smoke, but he was funny
So I guess he's only half fake
So rake those seeds out your
like that Gaga lady said
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault, oh
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault
What's by my fault is
My
- fell it
Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie
Out on the floor, go down
Bring it low
Close to the ground
Everybody just rock it,
a prince charming
A good and handsome man
By the magic garden wall
They were wed
And lived so happily
Everyone has said
Now the secret is out
boy
You know you knocked out
You do not wanna box boy
Everybody know that you a fuck boy
And everybody know you like to fuck boys
That ain't even
momma I was zero.
I was zero when I came out my momma, and now everybody knows.
In the before life, I was undead.
I was home schooled, there were no
I'm SHADY
Yo where's my boy at the wifey won't have it
Won't let you out now say bye to that marriage
Ooh the swags on you know the black magic
Ladies
that i'm magic?
Get out of my face with all that super dumb speak
Everybody's human and we all gotta eat
We all just want a bag and would kill to have
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