Lyrics:
feeling when I see your face
And I know
You'll be there at the end of the day
Two years later we are living together
We built our dream house
feeling when I see your face
And I know you'll be there at the end of the day
2 years later we are living together
We built our dream house on a hill by
A silent forty-two years
Nestled in the heart of Nova Scotia
Marooned in Digby's Sandy Cove
A legless man was found unconscious on the shore
When
Johnny lived with a grace and glitter
Kind of like the lives he lived on stage
Died in a barn in pain and bitter
Twenty-seven years of age
Why did
his deal on some Crip wannabe shit
20 years later he was on some MTV shit
Anyways, I'm sidetracked on a tangent
Tryna finish tellin' you this story
You wanna get my playbook and examine it
Connected - $12.99 plus shippin' and handlin', nigga!
[Chorus: x2]
Check it out
Everybody wanna walk like
Two Beers Better
Music and Lyrics by James A. White
Well she came into the bar and I tell you
She
a second, I feel like a legend, I need to address it
I be killing this shit like twice a year
Maybe I should drop like two records on two separate occasions,
getting suntanned by the pool had to call a plumber because he had the right tool to fix my hummers rear passengers side door then it was getting cold last
the locks
Slingin rocks on blocks with cocked glocks
It don't stop
A year later, my pockets are greater, but no, not much
I got my girl cookin product
I'm the man
I'll never give that man a verse and boy, did I stick to my plan
Two requests over the years and I declined them both
I just made up some
(Ty talking)
'Yes. This is a cautionary tale.
You can ... take it any which way you wanna.
I mean no disrespect in part two.
As we just ...
to five's
Walking to open mics and treat me to five guys
Two years later I feel like the jungle never bless me
Went from a kid that turned to Simba cause my
cranium over
With those brand new tattoos
Two years later and I want you
Head on my shoulders
Her eye say come over
But her heart still lays broken
I walk
around
That Clyde was back in town
By a way of manifest destiny
He had gained himself renown
In the year seventy-five
Ten years after Lincoln died
Means to do us harm sound the alarm
It's the man with the skeleton arms
Two days later when the fire died out
Flanagan and I went to rootin' about
For
come trippin go on and handle yo business
Check that nigga for it later, he need to handle his bitches
Im a lover but ill fight her if she step outta
years
Janet single but see Kim got a nigga and two kids
Janet babysit her kids
Janet loves them like they're hers
Janet needs a place to live
So Kim let
Annoyed and we brain washed
Mind getting fucked by a chainsaw
I seen the future in my home girl
Went into her own world and
Got a little nigga 2 years later
These are the real Soprano's
6: 37 every morning the phone ring
They always came with eighty
by seven at the latest
And who am I to sit there?
I
cordless
Big bag of Wi-Fi, smell it when I fly by
Look at these colors
Loud packed full of tie-dye
Out of here, I'm high, see you later, bye bye
Grindin' up
as it is?
All I remember was the summer at the beach with our trip
Then two months later I get filed for harassment and shit
Now I'm in court, three year
about it
Five years later
You spoke an unfamiliar dialect
(Comme ca?)
Two and a half months over
(Over)
Next think, I knew someone had called for
Layin' there next to his pride
He got a little crazy when she had a little baby
'Cause it filled him with a fatherly pride
But a couple years later when
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