Lyrics:
Jeg er stranda på en bar i Bodø by
Med en gjeng med oss om 40 født på ny
Og det er billig pils mellom halv to og fem
Når vi vokser opp kan vi bli som
faith
I'm broken, but I'm not sure how much more I can take
I hear too many things, do this or that or it's Hell
I try to do good by my heart, but it
HERE WE GO
We’re almost forty
Our taste for desire is growing less.
All the thoughts that we’re holding
Now they all belong to someone else
Our
Puchhe Baap Bol Diyo
Karun Geetkaari Laado
Main Nyu Ae Kona Pau
Meri Fees Bhari Laado
Mere Aage Paache
Kaale Suit 30 40 Laado
Par Tere Karke Re
Saare
of cousins
Thriving by the dozens
Down't uncle bill's
Down among the hills
Table set and you can bet
Everyone will get lots of turkey
We got forty pounds
Then
the prize
I smoothly make my way across the room
My confidence is high
With three 40's consumed
Hit her with some small talk
Then back off some
If
anything that fucking moves
ready aim fire blam!
oh my god i can't believe
the antlers on that buck
it would take 40 men
to load him in the truck
niceshot
will you mary me
All you've got you can like it
But what i am you will love it
X2
You whisper at horses ears
I always found it exciting
I'm scared by
dresses suitor
he had bad breath and candor
I thing they would have liked him
but he got killed by his manager
Fuzzy and cuddly he's fonzo the rabbit
he
spot
We about to ride on the world
Leave it deserted like Mars
Get your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap stars
A little kid asked me if
I ever killed anybody
In my city blocks we got
Projects that's one story
Watch the pit walk with no leash
And hold a gun for me
Kids get knocked by police and
Get a drug
the first time I seen Darlin' Corey
She was sitting by the banks of the sea
Had a forty-five strapped around her bosom
And a banjo on her knee
Well the last
could hear the cars roll by
Out on four forty-one
Like waves crashin' on the beach
And for one desperate moment there
He crept back in her memory
God,
Pull up at the liquor sto' 'cause we gotta get some mo'
40's and blunts, smoke 'til I'm high, drink 'til I'm drunk
'Bout to scoop 'em up 'cause he like
burgers'll never purchase a 'Rari
I ain't moppin' no floors, I ain't washin' no toilets
'Fore I take somebody's order I'll take somethin' with this forty
jack, they whack
Get down on your lay flat
Careful where you try'na take that
Still picking up lines by the fist
Sixth time, you don't play that
the morning light
We down here smoking with this Tremé shit
You can tell by the tuba that we got a new hit
Now it's Mardi Gras morning and we down in Tremé
Stay chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fried
Like a clam strip, all day get high
Neverending Story, Falcor stay fly
Mom's a math teacher, so I
the baby in the head
Why you gotta take up both seats?
Just move on over!
Lets start the show
We have a special guest tonight
He goes by the name
I don't know that much about guns
But I feel like I've been shot by one
I am ashamed cause I don't know myself right now
And I am forty three
of suspension
40 years of agony waiting to be free
Victim of the gruesome days of the 20th Century
The Future is a mystery a question of Salvation
Frozen in
Summertime, ninety-nine point something degrees
There go the fifth nigga down getting knocked by the D's
Me and my brother can't even feed
One, two, three, four
There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan
And the lonely forty watt flickers when the train goes by
Take out boxes near
won't stop
see-K till my motherfuckin' casket drops
[YANK]
Click-click-bang was the sound of Glock 40, main
Five Lines four deep looking for some Rips
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