Lyrics:
- other half, kick ass - John Shaft
Surface get foggy like marshes, till’ you hear the laughing, treat me like a Martian
Proceed with caution, act
a turtle shell, comeuppance is all y'alls personal hell
That sweet shit, preacher shit - half the time - other half, kick ass - John Shaft
Surface get foggy
the Doldrums
While waiting for a breeze
When the stillness of the day was brok
By a merman in the deep blue seas
Well, the captain, he slept
Below while
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Boy
Beefing over the net I'm vegetarian
You ott ah stop it
Play against me and you won't win
A title like John Stockton
Don't even fix your mouth
blue
Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat
I get her super wet - I call that a carpool
I move like a boss move
My name pull strings like I'm
Tryna
of the world
I got the money
No, you can't have the throne
I already took it
This blue fame I made
That's what I'm cookin'
I got the championship
Like John Cena
(Perfect)
Internet Money, nigga (yeah)
John (yeah, yeah)
Yo Cochise, ah weh dem ah seh?
Yeah, okay
Bullet, yeah what? Yeah, ok
Uh yeah, yeah
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses
Lyin' About The Blues
Words: Dennis Johnson, Music: Jeff Walker, Steve Turner and Chris Cawte
This song was never recorded by us, but ended up
stack the bread like some Legos
I order burger for play dough
You think it's play time now
By how I weighed them vowels
Plus how I beat court files
Look
I control everything
Cash rules everything
Around me
Keep that same energy
Uhh
Look
Wu-Tang want the money
Blue face all hunnits
Yo I control
cord
Knife from the throat to the body with the ghost of paul giamatti
John maus at the white house
Put him in the trap wearing nothing but a blouse
Make
just wanna be a good man
And let my family sit in a brand new house down the shore
That I bought with the money from the albums I sold, yo
I was just
God, it's here
It's finally here, God
This is the one man
This is the album I want people to here
You know?
You gave me a date
You gave me a name
You
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
Let's go down to the sea
Let's take a walk down by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea
It's such a beautiful night, love when
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
I'm just getting by, we just getting by
Aye, yea, ouu
Fuck it, today was a good day
Look in your pocket, it's a blue face
I woke up feeling polite
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
go through
Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes
Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues
We did it live from the House of Blues
Aiyo, we
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
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