Lyrics:
What if we could be with somebody else?
Wouldn't you love to stay out too long?
Oh, oh what if we could go there?
What if we could stay a little
like the muthf--cking man yeah
Don't make get live ni--a
Don't make me smack fire to you
Don't make get live ni--a
Don't make me blast fire
passing by while I'm afraid and sit still
All I've got left is the power of my will
I'm not gonna die tonight, I'll live to see another day
To wake up,
from the heart
Get your little fingers off my stereo
Who the hell doesn’t like Guy Clark?
I got a mouth full of bad words
All we do is yell and shout
If
Well it was late one night, walking through the park
With my leathered down coat and wallabee Clarks
Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
took a B line,
Just to get to you, now I’m stuck like glue
Can I get a little, sneak preview?
We can kick it by the shore and watch the sunset too, oohh
unimportant
Wasn't judged and I beat him
A month before it you might as well stop
Shit why the hell not?
A turtle lives inside you
This guy is shell shocked
Now
the frog?
Kermit: Uh, that's, that's Kermit...Kermit the Frog.
Rowlf: Oh...Rowlf, Rowlf the dog here. Pleased to meet ya.
I'm no Heifetz, but I get by
I came up good, both parents in a happy home
Never strived alone, still learned to get it on my own
Most of my A1's grew up in a broken home
Unstable
to be sitting peacefully
And the two fools disturbed my solace so I said, "Well, guys, you see
I was sitting here by myself and you decided to disturb me
get up
So I was respected a lot by these guys
on a big wheel
I got a few money back and a little change
So I'm heading to the store when the phone rings
"What up man, check it out, I know this bitch
Hey yo
Step in, all black, deadly
My bros dey, guys dey, we plenty
Them girls dey, cash dey e plenty
We popping but we just dey lowkey, that's facts
He's a groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
I got a sweet little guy
Who lives down the street
But nobody knows his name
He's a groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band
I got a sweet little guy
Who lives down the street
But nobody knows his name
of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's
Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles
Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel
Tony
step a little bit closer
Say okay, where ya want to go?
She says "how about The Ivy?"
I said yeah, well I don't know
I don't feel like gettin all
rap shit
Cause I do that shit in my sleep guy
I'm sicker than a Zika mosquito
I get a bitch to give me a little head
But the urge to commit murder with
If I were a rich man
With a million or two
I'd live in a penthouse
In a room with a view
And if I were handsome
No way
It could happen
Those dreams
At some point in our lives
Almost everyone of us
Will have our hearts broken
My patient Kaffy planned her wedding
When she was in middle school
She
Written By: DL Clark
Clarence Storm Jefferson
The good old days
And you guys need to appreciate your good old days
Because Zimbabweans, we didn't; you guys know
We didn't appreciate our good old,
traveling
The world, where we’ve been and where
We would like to go
BUT both of us were in jail … crazy!
My next conversation didn't go so well as I
Was
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