Lyrics:
Took off her pants
You know what I saw?
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
know that I need her
I be lonely
Solely Lonely
So I'm popping these xans
Trynna get in your pants
But you just want my bands
I'm solely lonely
Push start
me
Ran I'm a check and got me some money
Tryna ride the wave I ride by my lonely
Got her on her knees and she not even holy
I keep to my self cause
j'disais que jamais je r'commencerais
J'me d'mande si j'm'en tirais si je r'commençais
Ok, là j'divague, j'suis drunk by myself
What goes around comes around
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
a steak,
Smashed in like my balls went and stepped on a rake.
Lonely island!
Grammy nominated, yea!
Hit 'em again!
Yo straight out the box with
Lonely Island, we got the whole family here
Time to meet the crew yall
My name is Worm, you could call me J August
Ride around town bumpin Fugees in
I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee
Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee
Old ways hot up on my
and
An bhfuil cead agam dul go dtí an leithreas?
My Ireland is Zig and Zag and top shelf mags
Pearse lonely as an old woman defiant in defeat
My Ireland is
the streets, you better stay silent
Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight
the streets, you better stay silent
Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
Highlight
A dark room, a lonely night
I will cross the border
In my mind, in your arms
I find a harbour
I'm safe in a harbour
I will find a comfort
[The Lonely Island]
Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut
Shit I rather be stuck on an island
Rather be by my lonely
I don't know why they been trying
To revert me to the old me
Selfish
Kinda like my last
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
much more than homies
I be rolling with my woadies all inside of my head only
I'm an island, Lonely, Coney: I enlist in a one man's army
It's not that
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
(rain on you)
I noticed you gotta go hard when they talked about you, I prayed for you (prayed for you)
I had my heart scarred, by the woman that I used
and all a that (That's right!)
Anyhow on my way here I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like a hundred and five
They worry about drunks,
spread
If you suck me up right now, girl
You gon' get ahead
Three hundred for my shirt
Two thousand for my pants
You say you a soul snatcher, bitch
Come
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
the whole store
It's so raw, I'll have your world in all
You want to know how much the whole package go for?
My spectacle, like a festival, it's
Peppers got rockstar status
Yeah designer me yeah rockstar status
Got lettuce in my pants yeah pockets full of cabbage
Yeah diamonds on my wrist but I wanna
offered a bid
For possession of heroin and got locked in the bin
Shit
The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo ghost's
And horror stories that'll live
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