Lyrics:
de 'ochenta ochos aqui no hay de a qui
Kip pad thai, (?)
Bel naar Jazz, eten bij Yaki
Wacht, fuck Jan, Dries, Tom, Bart, Geert, Theo en de hele
Ik heb een goon, hij pushed packs en buyed coke
Ben in die merry, jij loopt dood
Jij volgt zehma slechte pad maar het loopt dood
Louis wind breaker
pad
cini jacim i tjera da ustanem
sve i da sreci dode kraj
oba nam srca spaja isti osjecaj
cini se ljubav kao sve
al' sve sto drugi ne vide
to je
of toads and a lily pad
Ain't that sad?
Maybe I should go on a pilgrimage
But my boots are walking to the spinner for a spin
Drink it all down
He can't
Television
You bet your life I don't need religion
And I'll tell you something else
I don't need no time for prayer
Don't save no knee-pads for me up there
If
And I rock this till I'm grey and old
And I've got you with me so let's roll
Like a used steelo pad that's sitting in my hand
Man it still feels
bracelet nothing subliminal
You called your lawyer up said my actions were criminal
And now as I'm sittin' with a pad in this motherfuckin' holding cell
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Selling little
a plumber, a doctor, a race car driver
An athlete, a spaceman, a "Super Smash" survivor
You've got coins like mad, get a bachelor pad, down in cocoa beach,
(Wait)
About 'they bang all the time'
Had to sit down, can't stand all the lies (Behave!)
So fuck them in a mixtape
I don't know paper, pad
I hope
With a pen and a pad yo I think I'll write, hold tight cuz
This is the story'O my life
Trying to find'O camino
Turning el todo upside down
Until da
I'm too young
Arguments been through some
Being sour is too dumb
In the fast lane me move fun
Tryna get you in my pad period
You tell me I'm a joker,
we nog even door
Op het lichtend pad, het verkeerde spoor
Mensen als ik vind je overal
Op de arbeidsmarkt, in dit tranendal
En sterren komen,
fokken geld by jou ma
Ek los die hele jol papnat
As jy instap begin die hele jollie pad vat
ek's Amerika, jys Irak
ek bomb jou lat die kak slap spat
to Seattle with a pad and mic
DJ play a battle break, I'm battling on stage
I'm a rattle snake, you kids should not be rattling my cage
And I don't give
Beleck si la masseuse veut t'rentrer une phalangette!
Il m'faut une lingette, j'ai chaud
Il faut qu'j'graille un Khao Phad Kai, un Pad Thaï Gai
Si
downtown while we at the pad
Chillin' home, watchin' episodes of Breaking Bad
Man forget these other girls, we ain't got nothing in common
I'd rather be
you since from the start
Everyday on my pen and pad feeling sad, seeing shit that we never had
All I know is what's mine is yours, for the good times
pad
And welcomed me in from the night
As I was walking through the happy house on Halloween night
My friends were all there, my heart was glad
this one ought a be clubbed
Love when I'm rubbed the wrong way, so some offend me
Dismissed by many, my Christmas spent in the lab
Pen and pad while
to the hoe's pad
Have a pool party bash till we all crash
Now dash if your ass do what you want
But you can't stand still to this gangster funk
Blaze skunk, no
Drinking, smoking, and busting lines of coke too
Dancing, freaking, and fucking all night long
On a regular basis, all to the grill, fuck at the pad then off
give back the pad and pencils
Perform accapella getting no more instrumentals
Fuck potential son
Cause you ain't got the heart or drive
You can
just move your ass
Sometimes I hate taking trips to the lab
Got my pen and pad bookin' instrumentals in smash
Catch the bus regardless, trying hard
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