Lyrics:
didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in
didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in
you to my soul
I feel the fire of love taking control
Jeremy
When I think of you
The good times that we have
The melody
Sings out to me
My heart
Jeremy benedict's canned beans
Jeremy's wet like a frog
Jeremy's fuckin on dogs
Jeremy's crankin his hog
Jeremy fucked a croissant
Jeremy's such a nice guy
He gave me all his
Bro bro listen to the kids jeremy, I need
I gotta put it down for a
Second it’s beautiful jeremy Scott's design
First of all, thank you Taylor for
[Jeremy:] Excuse me stranger, what are you embracing?
I can sense the rhythm and its time to panic.
brought
In Jeremy and our first
Rhythm guitarist Jason
Bynum as the other two members
We travelled to LA a few weeks later for a
Showcase and it was
Lil Kano Jeremy Fields wrote and produced track
lil kano jeremy fields wrote and produced record
lil kano jeremy fields wrote and produced album
lil kano jeremy fields wrote and produced album
lil kano jeremy fields wrote and produce album
[Jeremy:] Slow down and look around you!
[Candace:] All around!
[Jeremy:] Throw your to do list away!
[Jeremy:] The clouds look like sheep and vice
standing on the corner just me abd yoko ono he was waiting for jeremy to land
Jeremy sits in the sun and he stares at the stripes
On the floor from the bars on the door
Thinking of rabbits he kept as a child
In a chicken
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In
(Yuh, Jeremy Bourne)
(Jeremy Bourne)
(Jeremy Bourne)
(Jeremy Bourne)
Ay Jeremy, you wanna come out here
Yeah I'm Jeremy Bourne, producer of the year
LIL KANO JEREMY FIELDS DEX BANGA WROTE RECORD
LIL KANO AND JEREMY FIELDS WROTE AND PRODUCED THE WHOLE ALBUM
yeah)
These male groupies doin' it however, whatever they seein' on the box
Everybody spit, everybody hot, everybody's an artist (everybody not)
S-O
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