Lyrics:
I'm a lyricist
Of unbeknownst intelligence
unimpressed by uninspired analytics
When you're cliche ridden
All the tropes are unsurprising
Tides are
sweet plantains
Cheers to getting money, I'm Ted Danson
Nigga been focused since I said hi to
More shit to get high to
More slick bars I provide you
Fuck
元氣(Genki)
詞 : MONNARROW
曲: MONNARROW
編曲: JOHN WILL HANDEL
餵 吃飽了沒有啊
吃屎啦你
yeah yeah
音樂啟動 這是我的節奏
沒有規律 只好隨心所欲
一杯咖啡 足夠壓壓驚
因為本座即將開始胡言亂語
父母讓我在學校裡不要鬧
can't see me, John Cena
Riding by myself because bitch I ain't no team guy
And online smoke will not get a reply
That bitch want to argue, she know better
away
Playing with fire at leisure
Feeling the heat from the embers
Paying the price for your pleasure
It's not a mystery
Little by little you come for
parents a three week long farewell
As dusk approaches the cabins glow and
Tonight the fire will flicker by the lake
Under the stars we gather around and say
here tonight be the almighty theodore click
[trife]
Yeah! yeah... yo!
I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of europe
Y'all niggas is sweet like
On stage here tonight be the almighty Theodore Click
[Trife]
Yeah! Yeah, yo!
I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of Europe
Y'all niggas is sweet
Her life wasn't simple
She raised all eight kids
Helped with the grand babies
Like her momma once did
Wisdom passed down
Generations ago
By the wood
the matter, sweets? Did you feel the baby kick?
Or do you feel like you should go to the john and be sick?"
She said, "An unsettling feeling just shot through
Out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased Kate 52 states straight
But still ain't nothin' sweet
I took a year off to let
the scenes
More spice than sugar, artificially sweet
Dating Nazi elites, but when he Turned late
Went from Chanel Number 5 to Chanel 88
Hussy, trust me, in
The Rose of Avalon
As I walked out in first daylight
Through the streets of old St. John's
' Twas there I met a wondrous sight
The rose of Avalon
'
your sweet love
I know I’ll get it right this time
CHORUS
Lyric by Gordon Anderson and John Covert
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
corn unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on
Oh stay at home with me, dear
ring
And life was warm and life was sweet
But still, it was kinda incomplete
Without a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
chorus:
Hey, John you
tinted
John Cena in a Beamer
Asking around like what is his deal, well the deal had some K's and I signed like a prenup
Yea I got crazy bread not Little
stay
When we drop the bombs on Babylon, yea they’ll be blown away
When little John, still strong, isn’t gone to a stray
When we hear the horns in
Mystery, find it intriguing
Or really confusing
I'm just assuming, it would come naturally
You're so sweet, could kill off all my teeth
I have
What I call home (Vital), what I call home
Life is a mystery, a beautiful disaster
You'll be on top of the hill
Then hurricane sweeps on thru, sweeps
by that I don’t think of you
And all the funny little things that you used to do
When I hear a robin sing or see a butterfly in spring
I visualize
Well you think you're the queen of texas
Who you foolin' now?
Giving off an air of innocence
You ain't no sweet little flower
I thought I'd seen
I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points
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