Lyrics:
There ain't enough liquor in all the world
Yeah you used to hold me
Just like sand in an hourglass
Now I'm slipping through your hands
So can we
Get
it's really neat
The Triple Goddess hangs on your street
You're a Fairytale in Super Arcadia
You're looking pale
Guess you, lost your way (yeah?)
Turning thirty in a week
Listen to Bob Rubin
They're tweaking the wheat
I'm wearing a mask, I'm weak
I'm a sheep
I'm the real black sheep
Bah
I'm
to the lair
And we only take the kitty if she really wanna share
They believe me in my city
Ain't no politicking here
Need fruit by the pairs girl
You and your
Clean, clean, clean up your room
Pick up your toys and put them away
Fold, fold, fold your clothes
Place them in the drawer one by one
Let's keep
nonstop di chune ah wake up di street
Mmmmmmm mmm mmm
Bare pretty gal around me me ah handle dem neat
Likkle Caribbean baby can yuh whine fi me
Whine fi me
pretty neat
A different side of me
With you there are no stop signs
Counting down ‘til we take flight
It's how you make me feel
Let's call in sick and be
you by the third pyramid
Ah come on, that's what I want, we'll meet
in Mesopotamia. oh oh oh
(We're goin' down to meet) I ain't no student,
(Feel
made and finished!
He took them in hand and examined them closely.
There was not one false stitch in the whole job
all was so neat and true that it could
2 deep
Then if a one police
Find you with yuh piece and you start to squeal
You're in 2 deep
And you get release
Man a circle you neat and you think
2 deep
Then if a one police
Find you with yuh piece and you start to squeal
You're in 2 deep
And you get release
Man a circle you neat and you think
neat
4-5-6 never 1-2-3
How you do that? what they always ask me
You'll let ya man go through the same lame shit that you went through
Gotdamn thats weak
Yeah
I just thought, it's about time to forget the girls and... go in
When I pull up (Pull up)
When finna run it up (It up)
Just by looking in her
step one drink at a time
I prefer my whiskey neat or occasional tequila with lime
I'm trying to wash away these troubles from my mind
Step by step one
Human meat is getting spoiled, what am I supposed to do?
Throw away in the trash can
I Don’t want to waste it again
Next time I’ll be damned if I lose
wrap circles around niggas. On my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk
Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By
There's some chore's in this house
There's some chore's in this house
French maid
Pedigree neat
Dirt don't beat me
Make oak pristine
Make that Covid game
heat, All on me
Keep it so cute so neat
Behind close doors she a beast yea
Shorty know she the shit yea
She up in the club wit her BITCHES
SHE AINT GOT
them hoes by the three
I heard he be keepin' LV on his T and his sneaks
Heard he be hearin' y'all hate from the bleachers
But he in the game gettin' paid
delicate to be celibate
Choose a better stride
Hide in the hidden closet
Babydoll you're down the hall
By the lava lamp with your tramp stamp
sleep like Freddy Kruger
Elm Street (arrgh)
Hundreds like I'm neat (neat)
Fuck 'em by the three (three)
Pockets on Monique (Monique)
We got stripes like
and alcohol.
Kiss by the walls of the empty street, never discreet, warmed by whiskey neat, blue notes and
offbeats.
To know you when you are alone as wren in
the standard for all prestige
You're beauty plentiful just like plenty sand on the beach
You should a keep in a showcase when guarded by police
Me tek ten
She gave you a flower
The one that God gave her
You all up in de kool-aid
But you do not know the flavor
Get into the zone baby
And do yourself
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