Lyrics:
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
The adventures
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki
Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play problem
While problem tongue play with
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
They'll show what kneeling gets you
Y'all play a part if you
Don't feel there's issues
Ain't no change of heart about to change
All the pain caused by these
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
Teph or they a gonner (blah, blah)
That's what it sounds like when thugs cry
I see things, see wings, when the slugs fly
Low-life Lo-so, P-wing rug by
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
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the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded this
never went away
I can’t help but ask or wonder why
Why it gotta be me
All the death, being broke, I’m losing hope
Balanced by the drugs, anger shadow love
would come record it
With phonetic clone software who ever woulda thought it?
But I included numbers in my rap unsupported
By their new OS that's why OS
years old too young for an obituary
On his way back home from a convenience store through the yards of his neighbors was walkin
George Zimmerman spied him
Just the 1 2 3
AKon
You wonder why I'm still on the block
'Cause I just can't leave it babe
'Cause that's all I know
Throw the gut away when
prefer Papeye's
I go down to the record label
And met with the Rabbi, and he's like
I can't sell this fucking record
You know why Eminem's album sold so
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
Suzie and Janeen, niggaz do shit like
This but its usually in their dream, gangstas don't sleep unless there guns by the bed,
Ever wonder why the bread
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
so I'm looking for my supplier
Yes he hook me up with gas but he is not employed by Spire
Swear to god this is the life for me
Came up unlikely
Bitch
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