Lyrics:
quieres) como eres
Ah! Bruta flor del deseo
Ah! Bruta flor, bruta flor
¿Dónde quieres el comic, flipper-vídeo
Y donde quieres romance, rock'n roll
too serious, you niggas my comic relief
I find it funny how I keep on talkin' and commas increase
I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are
from the pages of your comic-books, your super-crooks
And show us all the way?
Well, make your will and testament
Won't you join your local
comic shit
She open it but bite them lips like peronas heads
Put yo face way down, you'z a gold digga
Sayin' flippa no city but that ass bigga
Young
comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, un-photographable
Yet, you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less
The classics, the comics, darling, who cares?
There's a brand new moon this evening and the weather should be fine
If you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta,
goons to go straight to your momma room
What's in your pockets? What's in your pocketbook?
We think the Bible's a comic book
Bitch this Hollygrove, too
spent
And I know its gone hurt you proving it
Think I'm lying
His Mama, Mrs. Parker
And I sat down in the den and watched Comic View
Think I'm
on your fishing hook
If you see a funny face in your comic book
Baby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
If you hear a thought calling out in
Got my new resume it's printed in Comic Sans
(Because I'm tacky)
Think it's fun threatening waiters with a bad Yelp review
(Because I'm tacky)
If you
and
Alternatively enraged and comic raps
They are the Laurel And Hardy of phuture
Rap and once the prescient
Straight-to-the jugular protest of their
'Gasoline
him"
I'm going 'round and 'round
I merry go 'til I vomit
I got ears like comic
So when I'm in a cartoon
Don't laugh like I'm retarded
I got ears like
of the Sun, we rocking these comics
Better beware, spiritual warfare
Spread the love
Northern and southern hemisphere
Black Eyed Peas took it
Out
a woman's dream
Not a cartoon sucker from a comic scene
Close embracing her eyes full of tears
But we spoke of the devil, and slap
He appeared
Speeding toward
lose your way?
How do you not run out of new things to say?
My funny valentine sweet, comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
And since you
a golden-string fiddle
To a double-e waterfall over my back
Comic book colors on a
Violin river crying leonardo
Words from out a silk trombone
I rang a silent bell
Posted in the crib
She drinkin' out the pitcher like
Most of it was his
Nigga, what the fuck you did with
My pornos and comic books?
How come I never got
that's magic yeaah
Still fuck with the same niggas
That got me here
And I even on yet, look at how im doin yet
Am I drawn yet? reading paper like a comic
exchange lends
Precious – and comic – insight into
A frightening capacity for invention
And a knowing approach to craft
That is at once sure
And relentlessly
the mammal in, hump you like camel skin
(yeah) into her lion's den
(yeah) , Tyga dog in this bitch
Roof! Roof! Like Clifford, no comic shit (No)
She open it
the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play
My funny valentine sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable,
to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well, who hasn't been there before?
I come 'round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off
to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well, who hasn't been there before?
I come 'round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off
fishin' hook
If you see a funny face in your comic book
Baby, it'll be me
And I'll been lookin' for you
Oh, look a here now
Gonna look in the city
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