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Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
I still think about your blue jeans
In the front seat
How you knew me
No one knew my heart like that
And I go down memory lane when I think about our
whips (skrr)
Drop me a four then take me a sip (ride)
It takes too good, every day I say I quit (damn)
Pull up in a Challenger, Lambo on my wrist
there's a doctor in the house
Nothin' to talk about
He called me out, I did him nasty
That's for talkin' out the side of your mouth
Mmyeah, see?
Damn, G
how the fuck we do it
I gamble my life like I'm not scared to lose it
Go pack up your shit like a trip on a cruise ship
That bitch drooling for me like
You ain't never heard of spooky shit like this
From Asian like me
Patience like B, you double D, H in like peace
Two fingers up, deuces
Uzi's
I'm a crazy motherfucker takin' no shit
Make them jokes about me but what's serious
Is the fact you need to leave alone those kids
Otherwise you need
boggle
Blocks get rocked by the poison food
Man with the mask in a Croydon zoo
Leave man soaked blastoise at you
Got no love for the boys in blue
Love for
the world will end
Greens and blues
Been blown away
By October wind
You said nothing good
Can ever stay
Turns to chaos again
And I waited for the world to end
student loans
So I grow and develop on this microphone
Smoking O's by the zone fixin put more O-Clouds in the O-zone
I rather mediate before I hate
I
student loans
So I grow and develop on this microphone
Smoking O's by the zone fixin put more O-Clouds in the O-zone
I rather mediate before I hate
I
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
checklist, and love on my lips, and no hate to harbor for a bunch of fools I'll never meet
- Or see, come and breathe, feel free to release your heart
and duckin' the fake I fell in love with the hate
Solitude that's my favorite place Never blue in my favorite place
Countin' blues in my favorite place Countin'
What it caused, shouldnt've crossed it
It cost to be the boss, and I hate being accosted
Damn Cupid you Stupid
Deep cuts and acoustics
Don't mean
05. WORKIN' FOR THE MONEY
Words & Music: Debra LynJeff Silverman(Debra Lyn MusicSESAC, Palette SongsSESAC © 2019)
CHORUS:Hate this working for
the blue cheese
We got them clips just like a movie
She suck me up just like a smoothie
Pussy so gooey, she lick me up after she do me
It's Boat from
town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cutting each other down
God willing, I got
the sand
Hear the acoustics let the tune touch me
Under the moon kids cane dune buggies,
BMX Bandits that ride through the calm breeze
Skateboard wheels
, "Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
winning is the only time they hate
When they see you winnings is the only time they hate a
See the blue face on the floor
Shorty doing tricks on the pole
them motherfuckin' niggas, gon' hate it
I tell her give me space 'cause
A motherfuckin' nigga so faded
And why the fuck you tryna play me?
Say you
blue, yellow, violet, maroon
I'm silently screaming, through miles of fading graffiti
It has been years since I returned home
To the park by the old
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