Lyrics:
form, re-born, with some great expectations
I'ma miss you too, believe it
Got dealt some bad punches, but I'ma roll with it
Got served some bad lunches
rigamaroling utility
Powerful being scoffs at dog ears and near
Truths smeared between index
And appendixbut heck
I'm smart now and at least
The lunches were hot
interruptions ain't do nothin' but pump me
Been had the big head since free lunches, no money, clothes dusty
Without no big cousin to front me, down deep in
Raised in the country
Seen a lot of money
it ain’t make me
Greedy
It just made me hungry
So I pack a lot of punches
Every meal
Came wit lunches
charge of rolling Dutches
And we gettin' so high
We always get the munchies
And we go for early brunches
That turn into late lunches
And we ain't got
tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain
That sudden summer rain
The looks we got when we got back
The leaves began
mice,
Sunrise in wide open spaces,
Disney World, I'll go there twice!
Butterflies and picnic lunches,
Bunches of chrysanthemums,
Lollipops and pillow
I took a trip
A trip with my dad
I packed the lunches
He scored the tabs
We took his wagon
And all of my tapes
The road was our planet
And we
lunches, Plenty of punches
She sold me off with no-one knowing
crashing and the bacon is hacked.
The coffin's lowered and the lunches get packed.
Still segregating 'cause we insects are too proud.
Doesn't matter
let me spell this out
Hopping buses for rubbish lugging my empty stomach, geez
Packing peanuts for lunches running on less than nothing, E
Do my best
Aren't enough
to forestall the crashing financial headaches
or late night battles over unused toothbrushes
unmunched lunches, lights not shut,
the crutches
This ain't a boxin match ain't pullin punches
They all my sons I'm packin lunches
I sit on heat bitch I'm where the sun is
The higher the pussy
crispy, crunchy
Meine ganze Gang hat die Munchies
Lunches, Brunches, Breakfast, Dinner Time (woo)
Winner, winner chicken dinner
Ich bin ein Gewinner,
the kids to school
and take your lunches from me
oh baby
any picture with you in it is fine with me
I don't know
what I'll look like at 83
I don't know
but
your
fingers right down to the bone, and the guy behind you wont live
you alone,
"ring ring" goes the bell, their cooking the lunches ready to sell,
They never really be in the street
Hold 'em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the niggaz I fucks with
Bitches, keep 'em in bunches, lunches
lyin'
Yeah, I'm rollin' through the halls, one word...balls
I'm handling business, power lunches, conference calls
pulled up on the go-ped, sittin'
for change
Need to wise up and seek personal gain
Or maintain some type of pain
Cause they don't give away hot lunches out here in L.A.
Yo peace
into a junkie
I'm a reporter with expenses and lunches
And a whiskey and water, and I don't give a monkey's
fifties in the air will leave you hungry
And baby need some lunches
I had a hunch that this was gon' happen (eh)
This ain't that Cicero rapping
Ain't that
Stark, the autumn winds came
At the park, sending shivers down my spine
Time to pack it up, picnic lunches and parasols
Just in time for fall
I come from a place you never seen a great
I stick and roll with all the punches
Fuck a heavyweight
I’m taking lunches
I need everybody’s on my
the drunk shit
Cooking hella lunches
She slides up
Wadup bitch
Busy sorry what's this
Busy sorry what's this
Busy sorry what's this
People wanna chill with me
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