Lyrics:
blown by it
Soon as I'm off the stage, get your iPhone primed
This my life, it's how I've come so high
Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this sun
your back boy
Yo! I once knew this fast chick, mad thick, flava
Heard some ghetto girls had words and it made her
Steamed like hot water, thinkin'
girl I know
I'm gonna take you down town to this place I know
Where they play our kind of rock and roll
For a moment I feel when I look in your eyes
fucking with my hearing I ain't hear shit
Couldn't tell by my persona how I'm fearless
Seen your thotty hit a trappy with like bare crips
Run around,
Swear it was just yesterday your takin off my clothes
Said to my bro "How you let me wifey a hoe?"
Got bit by the same snake twice man it's shown
cold but some of my bros they do move colder
Slap on the leathers, see it kicks, I ain't talking 'bout Tekken
See your girl, she's onto a nigga, I
a pretty Fille
She was walking down the street, coming my way
Well I took that little girl by the hand
I said hey babe Ill be your man
And she said 'je ne
Ah yeah..
I'm with this..
Ahhh yeah..
I'm with this..
Hey yo, kickin wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Had a dog by the name of Old Yeller
by your name
I am a little beggarman and beggin´ I have been
In Dr. Johnson´s motorcar I´ll take you home Kathleen
I´ve been a wild rover
down,
Well what's it like
Now that I'm not around?
Little girl don't need another friend,
My patience has reached its end
Told you from
Gang, I think this is it!
No more writing clever little shows
For those basement saloons
No more proclamations from the pros
That you "can't hum
be young again someday
Do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid
She was standing on the dock trying to hit the moon with rocks
Along came a man
I know you can buy your own drinks, you can open your own door
You can dance all by yourself out on that hardwood floor
I know that you can drive,
Go put on some makeup
Cause you make the flyest girl
Go and put your favourite dress on
Go and show me your best twirl
I'll go get the camera
We'll
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim
sprung with your tongue ring and I ain´t gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies
Kill that cat, watch me kill that cat
If it's your girl, I'm lookin' at
Then watch me kill that cat
I hunt cunts like these, with underground
phone, come by the crib
We in the pool, I slid it in
I slid it in, I slid it in
I take a quick shower then hit again
That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's
I
(This coffee break is sponsored by Green Hour Coffee)
Come on
Yeah
Bro you stacked out the STAPLES without doing a song
Was on Channel 5 and 11
a fabric raver
Girls looking good in Gucci loafers
Gameboys, Gremlins, Gordon the Gopher
Born in the 80s
Raised in the 90s
Skanking out in my Nikes
walk hand in hand would it make your little day and would you celebrate narrow minds running this democracy? the right to live, the right to breath,
your concealing plan for me.
Come on up little girl, you'd better push on, you've fallen.
Send me to pick you up sensing defeat.
Trapdoor open.
up means giving up your joy
Just for a moment, I let myself imagine
That once again, I'm just a little boy
Cuz then I'd prob'ly go right
So, let me stay
Stay a little while
I?ll be gone girl
Before the sun can rise
I know you?re scared
I know your father?s mad
I know the saying in
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