Lyrics:
Oh, there's a tugboat down
It's down by the river, don't you know
Where the cement bag's droopin' on down
Ooh, that cement is just
It's there for
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
prima donna ways
If you want to pass the audition
And times is tough these days
Remember when Mr. Barnum
Presented Jenny Lind
They named a candy after
The Captain over Team Redeemed!!
He is the God of the Hills and the valleys,
He's the One that reigns above all!!
That's from everlasting to everlasting,
Every
Run up on me - you get shot in your sleep
I just moved a key and brought the coke in by the beach
Archeologist, selling rocks for the cheap
I am not
and ain't nobody die, is it really that, nigga?
'Sup with the white flags on Fourth Ave? You a nice ass nigga
I think they hatin' on the fella fella the way
Later that night, while our broom hilda slept,
Into the wardrobe phillip softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found
Its Saturday night. Frankie's out on the town
He's playing to the crowd he's the king of the street
Not a moment goes by, he's not livin' the dream
don't fuck with checks. And uh cash is king, so take it invest. And to the rest ain't getting this, want apologies well suck my dick. I guess we'll see if
I'll keep the home fires burning bright
Till Jenny marches home
Times were hard and jobs were few with layoffs on the way
And Uncle Sam, he came to town
a hand in the till
His favourite is Jenny who gets all she asks
She does all the easiest and cleanest of tasks
He drives her back home though it's out
bells ringing, ringing
Yeah, they're ringing
Well Jenny slipped something in his Tennessee whiskey
No law man was ever gonna find
And how he died is
This is the way
Jenny's always been confused, she knows when she has been abused
By the kids at school and her parents too
She dyes her hair
he spends like a sailor
Could that boy have done somethin' rash?
Ahhhh Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh,
of the Jenny this shit got me leanin
Tryna run up nd I bet ima leave em
Bleed em
Let any nigga get wit the creepin
25 hollows ina clip what I feed em
Bitch is
way
Now Mr Song sits all alone
He's got no Jenny, got no home
I tried to tell him, I won't play
You tried to run her life and that's the price you pay
he spends like a sailor
Could that boy have done somethin' rash?
Ahhhh Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh,
friends
Until Jenny walked by
Love is blind, that's what people have in mind
But that ain't true, and you can see it everywhere
People see... they think,
anniversaries
I know you want that 90's R&B love
Mama told you stupid is as stupid does
You're way too bright to pass me up
You know we ain't meant to just be
a different game
Burning rubber like it's Michelin, cut to the chase like its paper mache
Cut to my cousin Chase he be shooting a couple doves a dozen ways
stares
Is the way to the top some long stairs
Do I belong here with my nappy long hair
No
Yeah
Jesus are you up there
Was I made on purpose to prove not
I like the way William made a million
With the style he was giving them Now he looks Fresh in the house on the hilly-an
I've got a human heart
But my
but Kim says that's it's important
"Hi my name is Jenny I'm an addict
It's been 6 months to the very day it happened
December, 14th I witnessed
he spends like a sailor
Could that boy have done something rash?
Ahhhh Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh,
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