Lyrics:
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering
could love like he can
So it's Harry I'm planning to marry!
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
I heard you move through the tall grass
To my hunting ground
You came by my old wishing well
And there you stood by her side
She dropped the coin
pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young-ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats
I'm outta church—that buildin'
Man, my body, the church—I'm buildin'
And I ain't bond by your limits—ceilin'
Here's a shovel for all your feelings
Go
an' where she jam
She know about Lou, Crack an' every money man (ah true man)
Make love wid di coolie, Chinese, white man and Indian
Di wickedest
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
James Connolly
Collected and Arranged by The Wolfe Tones
The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am
Have you heard the ballad of harry and the devil?
They met by the side of the road, where one had dreams and the other had schemes that went around
You are the one I love
Me ah stay right by your side
Not a ting can change my mind
You are the one I love
You are the one I love
You're the one I
with love
And feel you're heart beating and while we dating and
Get a house to do when we are painting
I gonna poke you really nicely to get all
it helps me clear my head
Mr. James says
Ten years ago I was rich man
Well I had a corporate office
You know that down on 17th and Main
'm walking outta fights tryna spare ya teeth
Flyer than a kite Benny Franklin leads
It's a Sign of the Times up in Harry's keys
Before I had shine it's
flava since day one
Wordplay stays fun, fuck with the funk like Rick James son
Everybody hates it or loves, Chris or Raymond
Ma'ma jamma, handin gamma
gun, man
(woo) like John Wick (uh)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All black, one gunman
too when he walks he's like a prince
When he sings he resembles james dean he is more perfect than he seems to be cause he is mine and i am his
clthough
an' where she jam
She know about Lou, Crack an' every money man (ah, true, man)
Make love wid di coolie, Chinese, white man and Indian
Di wickedest
salvation we had been sick unto death
Our point was flawed
We were condemned by the law
Those he loves, man we know he chasten with the rod
Stay on the narrow
get a man with a gun
A Tom, Dick or Harry will build a house for Carrie
When the preacher has made them one
But he cant build your houses with
I said The Lip
(No, man, she means Harry James)
I said The Lip
(You mean Louis Prima)
I said The Lip
(Noo, Lip er ace)
(Yip yip yip yip)
No one plays
heavy
With a boy from Baton Rouge
He said, Ben you should have learned by now
I’m not a fan of fuckin' around
Then he beat him with a bottle and a cue
Ben
They met in nineteen-eighty at the school disco
He kissed her for the first time on the last bus home
he said 'you be dirty Harry, I'll be Joey
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