Lyrics:
Marsupial flex When i slide thru
The devil an angel am I too?
2,3 Im winning like Michael
2,3 I’m winning like Michael
Sit back, count checks
as a skunk, she high than a plane
I tried to tell her stay home, but she wanna come out tonight
She said that she wanna go out, alright
She coming back
Trouble needs a home girls
Trouble needs a home
She fell out with Satan
Now she's on the run
But I have found her quite straightforward
In her
grab it
One day home gonna be in the sky
cnd I'm gonna fly high while praising El Shaddai
cnd I'll walk around the mansion
Moonwalk like Michael
and I marinate
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
And come home to find yourself starin' straight
Into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit
They wanna see you doing good but never ahead
Especially in front of dem, they get upset (Upset)
So I maneuver by myself to cut the traffic
They
nobody he dead by daylight a gain
Ima catch a body and throw that shit in a lake
Ima snatch a body and lock it up in the gate
Harvesting a body I'm Michael
fag-bashed with a two-by-four.
Jimmy: One of us has been living with AIDS for ten years.
Michael: And he's TIRED of it!
ballin' - Bitches am Stalken Stalken Stalken - komme aus
Dem Norden Norden Norden - Homes
Baby, by the way
Steht mir die Welt zu Füßen, by the way
Tourlife
goin' through the same cycle
And trials like Michael tryin' not to stay idle
Back home it's not Compton but close
The same problems exist
home from work"
Michael- "what you bouta do"
Goldi- "well I was hoping that you would slide"
Michael- "nah I'm not sliding tonight"
Goldi- "I thought we
You don't make up for your sins in the church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit and you know it
I put some money
to say
Reminded me I'm a nigga by
The things they say
Cops killing Blacks in broad day
Ain't reason, man, what's the reason
Michael Dean, Breonna Taylor
by without throwing these ones
Money can't buy love
But show me some love
Fuck that nigga that you left at home that nigga a dub
If he really was
By Michael Nesmith
My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run,
My strongest trials now have passed,
My triumph is begun.
Oh, come, angel
made him stumble and fall
Michael where you going?
Momma called the cellphone
She's worried for her son cos Michael never came home
He found himself
the ultimate bloodsport
You've been Van Dammed by a blade
His name is Michael Myers
He's here to send you to hell
Someone call the cops
Cleanup on aisle twelve
a happy ending?
Driving down a dark road
On an endless summer's night
Michael's in the back seat
And he makes it home alright
And at night he
I’ve been stuck in traffic longer than I’ve been at home I collect the funds now
Michael Jackson how I keep these niggas on their toes
This is
after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between
after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
wrong or deserve it, someone explain I'll flip at these niggas
Right now Michael's getting what's coming to him I heard that Jama got suttin' from him
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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