Lyrics:
too damn lazy but you can page me
Lately, been hustlin grams daily
Holdin down my spot on the corner like Champ Bailey
But I know I ain't the only
bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts quoted
American eagle stingin up blue Beetle Bailey
on the wine mixed with Hennessey daily
Keep thee
Shits not even out and the internet exploded
From the monday club blues
To an album full of tunes
From drinking up booze
To eating magic mushrooms
And what we can offer the nation and offer the world
Black lives matter yeah blue lives matter yeah all lives matter yeah
All of the above
Motte and Bailey
em the blue ops I avoid em like two shots
Don't know what the dude gots but he got some shit we can steal
I be rolling with my brothers best believe we
my opposition
Just by me still
Living with black on the
Back of my hand
Cops leaving my people
Dead in he streets I can't
See as defeat cuz we
to people as his lyrical equal
Let me write a rhyme on his album and even produce a beat too
He ain't see-through, I can't see him frontin
He's not the type
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
sung by Nina]
All I ever wanted was for him to see
Was that I was all the woman he would ever need
I?ve given all of me so unselfishly
And now he?s
daydie
Lately, I been going real crazy
Empire State of mind call me Jay Z
Bottles and Bottles and Bottles of Baileys
Shout out foods, yeah he's one
pendulum's beetle
Bailey left right development
Tutor recruiter slap happily oblivious
To Nazi, born again, pagan, agnostic rally
It outside my apartment, by
This song was first released on the Autograph album. It is the only album it has been released on.
He was stranded in some tiny town
On fair
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
jump, he pitch
He tumble master in the ditch
The pony, being rather shy
When bitten by the blue tail fly
Oh, Jimmy crack corn and I don't care
Oh, Jimmy
(Set the mood, came through thumbing blues)
(Set the mood, came)
(Through thumbing blues)
Set the mood, came through thumbing blues
This shit is
Getting greeted at the stage door by my awesome family
It's safe to say that I'm romantic
Hopelessly
Hopelessly
Hopelessly
"George Bailey I'll love you till
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
favorite track on the album
Really
Yeah
I mean
I might just love Ray's voice
Yeah
I mean, it's nice
Yeah
And then
I have no idea what he's saying
Yeah
I
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Birdman in blue Chucks, watch my fuckin' shoes
I'm Suge Knight, I'm J. Prince, I'm like, "Fuck the rules"
I'm Austin Rosen, I'm Jonah Berger
This ain't
Give me something then I might be amused
I'm a mystery, this is no Blue Clues
Find a mystery like Scooby-Doo
Talk behind my back, I might bring my
records is far
From All the links you pushing daily
I'm still getting payed less than the cost it takes to get to Baileys
Now what's the use
10 Mins
a scar on his forearm
Who said he'd been gored by a bull
September we stayed near the ocean
And we lived in a little blue shack
Cavorting at night with
.jpg/239px-Mildred_Bailey_(Gottlieb_00411).jpg "Mildred Bailey")
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