Lyrics:
through Kalamazoo
Never been to Timbuktu
But I can visualize, what I've never seen?
So I sit and dream, Kentucky moon
As I sit by a stream in
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
filled with
Something else I've compulsively
Searched for over
The past few years - really old
Fucked up marionette-like wood carved dolls
(quite a few
don't understand what you got inside yo body baby but it makes me want to jack you up
Jack you up [x4]
Psycho I'm fucking wasted bam bam my shit is
buildin' muscles
Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft
And today about four-thirty
I'll make up for every good night sleep I've lost
When I'm
I am gripped, by what I cannot tell
Have I slipped or have I merely fell
I've been tricked, my senses telling lies
I've been (stiffened?) by
the boof by the pack (woo!), I fucked your boo on her back
Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set,
And there's no way to slow (down)
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would've been blacked out on your ass
Four in the morning, and I'm zoning
They say
comin' back
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
jeans
Love is love is what we were taught
And I think you're actually hot
Ah ah 3-4 ah ah
Luna Luna Luna Luna
that white, that blonde haired blue eyes
I'm sellin', I'm sellin', hurry up and buy
Hurry up and buy
Cocaine Mulsanne
Blow 'em back, do it 'fore I
(what?) non believers, I'll convince em
I'm more of a leader and eating like I'm supposed to
Talk by the older dude, stand on my own two (yes)
And I'm
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
what she wants
Does she look at you and think
God, you are the one
Blonde hair, blues eyes
A beauty in my dreams
She wakes me up
In the middle of my
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear cause he played what
Who's that knockin' on my door?
It's gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again, comin' round for more?
Well, you can love me tonight if you want
But
to go
Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here
up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger
Man, I've been waiting all night now
That's
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
Took a lethal dose of femme fatality
Died by Suicide Blonde
Verse 2
Pushing up daisies - Lilies won't bloom
Nothing's ever easy except impending doom
blonde hair (oh, oh)
I'm waiting on you
I'm waiting on you
Lover, what's your next move?
I wasn't dreaming up any feelings of love when I met you
I
have some fun
Question number two is: what to do ?
Question number three is: will you dine and dance with me?
Question number four: out the door?
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