Lyrics:
(Parody of the written prose "Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann. This was written by Christopher Guest of "Spinal Tap" fame. The narator is Norman Rose,
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ayy, ayy)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
see
I?ll take your head into the promised land?
Friend, I don't need your stuff
My Jesus is enough
You see them colors bright
Why can't you see
A mountain so high
Don't be afraid
Just treasure His word
Singing His praises
I know that I'll be heard
He's gonna take you by the hand
He's gonna make
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some
most men were awake
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head
From a dream he had last night
He called his weary waiting maids
By one, by
of the Chi
Survival of the fit with hope in they eye
Taking notes from the sky to fly above understanding
They notes from the most high, so I gotta land them
to the sky)
So you wanna know why
Praise the Lord everyday, that's how I get high
I, uh, just get by
Can't do me nothin' 'cuz God is on my side
All praises
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real
Will be the same day M.T.v. Play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby I'm
Well I've always had a deep respect
And I mean that most sincerely
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think
Oh by the way, which one's
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh, c'mon)
Paparazzi spots me in the lobby of my high rise
I hide behind my shades because the fame is blindin' my eyes
My god, I
mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high
[Snoop Dogg]
You trying to cover up
I woke up this morning
I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high
Look at the cars as they roll by
Benz, Ferraris, trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs
As I stand by the side of the river watching the virgin Mary float
By watching the currents drag her by a low song how long is gone
A low song
to you
I wonder why you thought of me
But if you dropped by to say hello
I wonder what you'd think if you'd see me
An old ragged high school
I woke up this morning
I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said greetings in the name of the most
youths. Dey)
Haile Selassie you hear mi i..
Ain’t no love for me ghetto youths
beg the government say make them tell the truth (tell the truth)
Free
a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky
One thing isn't very clear my love
Teachers shouldn't stand
As the candle burns
Where desire's lit
Makin' love knows no distance or environment
When we (ahh), feel the most high in it
I feel you touchin' me and I begin
When we smoking drinking chilling like we always do
Yeah you laugh and it makes me smile
When we riding listening to some Fortunate Youth
Kicking it
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