Lyrics:
a little bit crappy
Awesome games playing on my laptop
Purify your system, avoid the drop
You can be anything, not even Mickey
Killing the spear can be so
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
town with the top down
Feel the warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
I see a little more of me every day
I catch a little more
tryna spend)
Got a blueberry farm by the crate, by the box
If I feel like going fishing then my lake fully stocked (talk to 'em)
Private chef, I just
money dawg, you would think it's play-doh
No my name not Simon, but shawty do what I say so
Yeah, I can only go up from here
I been self reflecting
to him.)
PILATE
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy.
(He walks slowly towards the other GUARDS.)
PILATE
Now ... anyone else feel
that I long to be
Step, step, step, step in the town
A little step, step by step
Take him closer to, by step
Ya come on get him a little closer to, step
on my P.O. and the prosecutor andale
Fuck the judge and the jury don't care what ya honor say
They wanna take me jail on Tuesday but this a taco day
By
bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm rare though, uh
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two, unbuckle my, um (yeah)
One, two,
it all by amounts
Take it n pack up an ounce
Flip it n re up mah towns
I make it i drop it get paid n ah bounce
Bust thru, die for mine
All u
not this time
What did I find, did I find, did I find
No bridges left to burn in this town, oh
Let the smoke sting my eyes on the way out, oh
And I
your head
You wanna see my passion
You wanna see me spread
Get me open and exposed on the hotel bed
You're going down
Going down town
You're going down
colloquialism
To imply that my sanity is not up to scratch
Or indeed to
Deny the semi-existence of my little
Chum Eric the half bee, i shall
Have to ask you
a walkin' cop (ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (blaow)
Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
in Philly
I'm with Fat Reese out in H-Town
Ain't no fuck niggas near me
Bought my (?)
Wearin' gold like a king
Now we eatin', stackin' lobsters but I
part
By my side
And we'll grow old
In this little town
In this little town
In this little town
In this little town
We grew old
In this little town
si baby doll get in my carucha, u've heard about me and they told u to be trucha.
Otra vez como la ves da same story, a rumor started by a girl
A couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o
He
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
pray, I nor be Simon
Na your grace, wey I stand on
Send me light, make I shine on
I still dey pray
Make you guild my way
Make my hustle pay
Say I nor go
could tell, 'cause the drank taste sour
XP under my belt, so it glow like it's made by Simon
Met a girl from a place I wouldn't, this usually where I
I didn't think I'd have to write this yet
But have you seen the morning news
I’m the happiest man in my hometown
Ruled by racist country
at the diner
Listening to stories being told by an old timer
And another with funny one liners yeah
that's how were living in my small town
Sunday dinner
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