Lyrics:
All night long, I'm singin' my song
Sayin' Ho Ho Ho as I'm flyin' along
Got a long white beard that gets in the way
Got a red and white suit
as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
loving to hearing the words
Of George Bernard Shaw. We are saing to ourselves over there: ""This
Man has got a great, white beard. So, therefore, he must
old boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that
I'm grown
I try to be a leader to the bone
Never could follow a man
Wit' a bottle
He's a baby wit' a beard
Not a feared role model
And they ask me
a beard that would disappear
If I'm dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying
old boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that
want classmates to see your grade
Time is speedin' now, I see the greys pokin' out this beard
But it's weird 'cause I feel like I ain't even age (yeah)
I got rice cooking in the microwave
Got a three day beard I don't plan to shave
And it's a goofy thing but I just gotta say, hey
I'ma doing
a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-Grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I
grandma
That she had a beard
(speaking) Dear Santa,
I know what my problem is
Why I can't be good
It's a fear of intimacy
You see, my whole life
Whenever
you start your raving and your misbehaving --
you'll be sorry.
Then the chicken-fancier came to play --
with his long red beard (and his sister's weird:
I know, I disappeared and popped up in Paris making chairs with a beard
And those that love me probably thought that it was weird
While the haters
hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I still gon' get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo
got no beard
Ain't got no mind
Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no love, ain't got no
cat
It's odd how odd i am
Most cat's have handsome whiskers
But me, i've got a beard
cause obviously, quite obviously I'm wierd
beard and all.
Now I have heard, mmm hmm, I've gotten' the word,
About all these silly imposters running 'round.
Let me tell you something now they ain't
Hat and shade beard and all.
Now I have heard,
Uh huh, I've gotten' the word,
About all these stupid ass imposters running 'round.
Let me tell you
beard
He's comin' to town
if only for applause
I'll wrestle with a tiger and suffer every claw
I'll paint a beard on the Mona Lisa even though its my favorite jaw
I'll do
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard
It was screaming
Soldier Field
In love, but all these hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the drill
I'm way up there, you
the woods, in the forest somewhere
Saying, fuck all the taxes I owe
Grow a beard and start trafficking blow
Throw a party and shit, its gon' be super lit
a beard, be the mean New Orleans Drake
Might just throw a party next door to where Preme stay
As my mothafuckin' keys shake
Yeah, prolly 'cause I got
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