Lyrics:
roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted on their columns now that binds
of roaches, with spray that disinfects
And twistin' necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue
Turn your
If you like Hungarian food,
They have a goulash which is very good
Or if you wish a dish that's Chinese,
Somewhere down in Column B, there's
bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read:
If you like pina coladas
And getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you
in bed.
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read:
If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga,
just received his medal
It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
in bed
And in the personals columns, there was this letter I read
"If you like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into
of Christmas Day
(chorus)
Verse 3:
Add all the grief that people may bear
Total the strife, the troubles and care
Put them in columns and leave them right
to break the steerin' column on yo' Impala
If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
Father,
I never thought that I would find myself
In bed amongst the stones
The columns are all men
Begging to crush me
No shapes sail on the dark
or die whole bar
Headache for my management, gossip columns resident
Your mom and dad might hate me
But in five years I'm the president
I wanna girl,
roads by the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted
On their columns, now that binds
to break the steerin' column on yo' Impala
If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
Father,
Pre-war matador
Save your broken bones
Golden rule, he's such a fool
In the streets alone
Slow burn, taciturn
Nothing left to say
Column five,
of the freezer
Uh, my nautical column starts from sharpest decreasing
Creases the thought of a dollar sparks interest
Though we never had interest in college talks
M-I-A
Yea b**** I'm on columns now
Leaders gon' be followin' crowds
General like Colin Powell
Water means Cary gay
Beef is just a style of cow
I who
baby (oh)
I lost on Jeopardy, baby (oh)
That's right, all you lost.
And let me tell you what you didn't win
A twenty column set of the Encyclopedia
bed
And in the personal columns there was this letter I read
'If you like Piña Coladas, getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have
the cops shot him, just 'cause he came from the rock bottom
Now you see his name in the body column, they bodied him, uh
If we die-ie-ie-ie-ie (oh,
I decided to check it out
Well, I wait in Leicester Square
With a come-hither look in my eye
Yeah, I'm leaning on Nelson's Column
But all I do is
Now now, the problem is
Too many columns is anonymous
We too proper nigga get a prop for this
And we can take a trip to Karen
Nigga get a shot of this
up in the gossip column?
I know I got jewels like I'm the Pharoah of the ghetto
But we are and it's a bright-ass shiny Carerra
Stickin' your feet
your column in inches
Five stars, even if the critics don't give this
Eleven out of ten on my worst days
But they didn't believe it in the first place
Mko shyny let's go pumping
Kam kamata izoh jegy zako
Nimeshika nimenice3
Nitaget mad Maddy when I catchy them
Itabidi u put them in a single column
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