Lyrics:
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
Now in
One...two... a one two three four
My names Cameron and I'm gonna be a star
My guitar has a broken string
Lazy lyrics but I still sing
Jobs ok, but I
Jesus by the bed,
Wall mounted TV screen,
My church plugged into the gravy train,
And Reagan keeps me clean!
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl would
Cool guitar girl, playing sad jazz in your room
Playing perfectly by ear - you've been crying out of tune
You've got Chet Baker's ice cold looks
you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe
And it's Supreme
The ones who do you dirty be the ones who be the closest
The people get yo hopes up be the ones who leave you hopeless
That girl you
the fame just like a leach
Tik Tok viral for you page
Check out the beat I’m bouta engage
I bring the Stockholm like i’m in Sweden
I’m with your girl you
GUTS like Nickelodeon
I quickly undo ya girls tricky blouse strings
You over there stuntin' with you're Mickey Mouse rings
Diggin' up gobo with my dogs
doesn't know his boundary
Got so washed up by everyone brought shame to a laundry
I texted my girl saying hey let's get some lingerie
No I meant for me not
abolished
Is the mission for sure
This is the cure
I give you the raw
Indoors
With the pipe and the slippers
I’ll be back for breakfast
Smoke me a kipper
wrong
I could have been a writer with a back catalogue
Full of stories of crimes, sex and beer, girls and drugs
But instead I was writing my first
glowing
Like a ghetto girl with the
Good weave sewn in
She walk like it's her's but
The whole world knowing
Told niggas it’s the new god flow
It’s that New
But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
the damage
Still that little girl they messed with
You can't fix this with a Bandaid
So Who Am I
Turn my back on the world I'm not afraid to cry
Who
Fuck, I'm too high
we used time run around town
Surrounded by the hell and we hell bound
Now everybody on they grind shut
I couldn't be more happier
O’neal
How I’m crushing these hoes
I'm Rollin’ down Roscoe
Bitch by my side
Don’t fuck w/ me
Cus my click down to ride
Fucked that bitch once
Fucked
We are the black-haired girls
With the streaks of red
And ten thousand sky-blue seats
In an open-air shed
Hearin' that thunder bass-drum kick
and I scatter faster
Nope not accepting my flaws (Uh uh)
The perfect night (Whats that)
A date with my guitar
Shorty what's up with you tonight
Girl
rolled back
Heart refuse to make a sound
I'm saying this is real
Heart was made of steel
Been real violent with me
Like Shaquille O'neal
When we were
filled with you?
Who needs a girl when I've got this guitar?
Who needs a girl when she'd only be too far?
Who needs a girl to brighten my day
To miss when
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish: (to the rubber girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence,
a nigga smokin' Tooka
Young Pappy, by the way, I sip on two cups
Long nose like Usopp, shoot him with that Ruga
Niggas know I come around, come around with
things that
Probably illegal me and
My wifе making movies like regal don't carе
Bout your life only what's real you tried to
Score but I came with
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