Lyrics:
Missed my connecting flight
'Coz I stopped off for a drink
Dozed off in Dusseldorf
My mind on the brink
Free beer on the train
And I don't know where
Missed my connecting flight
'Coz I stopped off for a drink
Dozed off in Dusseldorf
My mind on the brink
Free beer on the train
And I don't know where
you come down to us by your Spirit
So let me come up to you by this prayer you're hearing
You're holy I'm a sinner but nothing to be afraid of
Cause
And young Billy said "Thanks Uncle Ivor"
Well three Mars bars later we got to the bus
He had four sausage rolls on the train
And a cornet or two then he
my girl my love,
Your the phrase of this melody.
Your the song that they play on the radio,
Your the key to this melody
I have to say i thank you
In
Welcome back to town (hey!)
Now, back in high school when it darkened
You'd hang out in Bennett Park and
And Usnavi would bring his radio
As I walked
Guilty By Association
So you need a new car? let your fingers take a walk
through the business guide for the "born again" flock
you'll be
was not ready
When I f**** this d**e by the name of Freddie
She made a little speech then,
Aw, she tried to make me say "when"
She had my b**** in
[Biz Markie]
Huh?
Yo this is funky!
We gon' get down to the point
And I'm just gonna say - I'd like to thank my man Rashad
But we gon' get down
right
All this time
I wanted to thank you for
All the nights
The things you said to me I've
Kept in mind
Made me the man I hoped I'd be
I've been
of how I used to be
Before I got converted to a d-o-double g
I'd like to thank that girl
From way back in the days
Cause if it weren't for you I
the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
huh
You can thank my daddy for why the nigga be pimping
My thuggish ways are inherited, probably why I be limping when I walk
I swear to god in school I
the Mulsanne
Pissin' D'Ussé for a week straight
Saint Laurent over the Glock
Kick in your door
All you seen was red bottom on the moccasins
Thank God he gave us
me on the radio
Radio
I bring life to the mic you know
I thank God for my life and his blessings oh x2
Baby make you come closer
Summersault like
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
Kit, where you goin'?
Sorry, Michael, it's Rick the Ruler
I have to go (are you ready?)
Lights, camera, action, you're on
Get old Ricky D
And the lemmings will follow you
To the blood bath
All aboard that awful train
Through shames patch
Where I'd trade my window seat
For one pane of replacement stain
IF YOU WERE A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY
I’D BE DRUNK BY NOW
IF YOU WERE A SUMMER RAINSTORM
I’D BE STANDING IN THE FRONT YARD LETTING YOU POUR ON DOWN
IF YOU
the King was in his prime (In his prime)
Then he winked as I was leaving
Said, The radio works sometimes
By the time I reached the city That car seemed
& Chatting to much
I won't take it but thanks for the advice
2 hours of studio time
It went by fast
No cap, Come we slow down the time
But Ay, won't tell
of how I used to be
Before I got converted to a d-o-double g
I'd like to thank that girl
From way back in the days
Cause if it weren't for you I
and tie me up by a thread
You always looked at our love as an overhead
I looked at it as a benefit on both ends
You said you’d never
(Yeah yeah yeah)
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