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everybody)
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee
A.M. and faded
I know that's when you like it
Know that's when you miss me
Know that's when you're crying
Why you, why you, why you checking, if
Tell me there's more inside
Tell me you're feeling high
Tell me you're here tonight
Tell me you hear my pain
Hear my soul, how you feeling? Now you know
like it was a joke
You're stealing all my honey, baby, keep you by my side
Bleed me till I'm broke
Hell if I know why I let you drive my car
Don't
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
Yeah
Y'all know what time it is
It's TFO
Y'knahmsayin?
Ayo Rhoat
Back me up on this shit
Everybody talking like they fuckin Make the rules here
live fast, get rich or die trying
I'm on odd fucker, you don't know I'm serious
Die in a ditch with your friends or live crying
I'll just keep to myself
Not really coming out much
I know it's bad for my health
But I'll just lean on this crutch
Everybody's falling in love
But
still so fast and funky
Hello, hello, Mr Monkey
You should have been a clown
Once he was so famous, that little old clown
Everybody used to know his
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain't crying
What didn't kill me, made me
Fucking Roulette with your fucking punk
Ass you fucking, you’re crying, man
Listen, you know what else, man
How you gonna go home, man? You’re
Not allowed
Accompanied by 6 bottles of gin
Rest in peace.
Cause i know that times been tough
I know that you've been lonely
I know things get hard for you sometimes
When
hope you've enjoyed this Young Sinatra experience, I know I have
Uh, this is prolly gon' be the last one tho, uh, this gon' be the last one for sure
pain
{Mr Funkyman}
Look into my eyes hear my name (echo of chorus)
Mr funkyman show no shame (echo of chorus)
{Mr Funkyman}
Everybody walks like
dirty lies
So ain't no use in crying
Love is stupid
I didn't have to do this just to prove it
What do I have to do,
Be shot by Cupid?
What
Love is lucid
hits we be makin
If ur sippin on brew then u know what we gone do everybody’s feelin tipsy tell me if ur with me give me a bottle of that Dom Perignon
eyes that I have seen
It could be anywhere, if you're not by my side
And the palm trees make it feel like paradise
But without you here there's nothing
Who with their hands with limited resources
Have refused to surrender
Check it
Mr president, this is for the people who you're tryna fool
This is for
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
and self-control
Experience but don't get old
Be the boss, do what you're told
Tits of steel and a heart of gold
And everybody will let you know
Be confident
Want to know who made us addicts
Getting angry at the traffic
That we made
Euphemized the Ring o'Rosie
Now our pockets full of posies
Good for you
Now
demons have wings too?"
Yeah, but when you're blinded by lust that's irrelevant
Cause if you got to sleep with the girl of your dreams
I'm sure you'll
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