Lyrics:
mamas crib
On the runaway
You in Texas
I'm in New York
Where we don't dance
But we hit a bop up on that floor)
(Styling bitch
Show me the love
bearded run these waters
(I know)
I trap clowns leisurely for livin', period
Screaming like they didn't hear me yet
Man I rock New York City all years
It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of cork
A wanderer from Erin's isle
I landed in New York
There wasn't a soul to greet me there
[Narration]
Once upon a time in a remote Tasmanian trailer park
There was born a baby boy by the name of Nedson Willbry
One day when Nedson was
It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork.
A wanderer from old Erin's isle,
I landed in New York.
There wasn't a soul to greet me
runoff a lot
Sewage in New York it's in the river uh oh
Green roofs absorb rain we need water to grow old
I've been in space for over 4 billion years
I'm
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn
I came here tonight just to get it on
So listen up close and listen up well
'Cause the Brother Marquis has
met him at some suburban St. Paul mall
Yeah, and St. Theresa came to Holly, but I wasn't even at that party
I'd already moved out to New York City
pack it in til it's clamming up
Look for the microphone then jam it up
[PMD]
You said you see me jamming in New York Tech
You got one right fella,
to Illinois, St. Louis, Alabama
Country Gramma
Queens, New York, Detroit to Montana
Today's your day girl, let's raise the banner
Benjamin Franklin, I so
Half of the DJs playing the same Raingurl copy
Mier over the bar or Jewels spinning in jalopy
I'm oddly Perturbed by yuppies cosplaying UK bashment
I
swear I’m backed up like
New York traffic ha you dumb fucks
You're nothin’ but lunch ducks
Big nuts here swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I’m claiming
Rubberband man before T.I. was
King of New York like B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my blood
You wanna see my mask and gloves?
What the fuck you want?
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
in the matrix
We got blics we like to
Party With blics do
My dance she Like the
Way that I talk she
Thinking im from
New York cuz she see
The way I
they mad slow this fast forward
Thinking [???] we skipping pass those
Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
I'm baffled by the skill you niggas lack
or September, somehow I forget
We were taken surprise by the moon on the rise
And the stars in the skies matched the stars in our eyes
And then, oh, what
Singing in the shower, laughing by the hour
Life is such a breezy game
Love all kinds of weather, long as we're together
I love to hear you say my name
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
pat
Ends is the minimum
I treat o's like brand new tires rotate and spinnin 'em
This year the game's in a brand new perspective
We win, while we
Where was I when the lights went out?
Up in my room listening to twist and shout
Hot summer nights by the window fan
Out on the airwave, a big dance
Atlanta
Cop city, in Baltimore
Cop city in New York
In Los Angeles
In Seattle
The proposal in Hawaii
In Chicago
It's all because they see that
The people
We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe,
.jpg/199px-Thea_Gilmore_-_Cambridge_Festivals_2001-2014_(239249232).jpg "Thea Gilmore")
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