Lyrics:
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
Lemme run that right, yeah
Aye yeah, okay
Okay, I ball out like I'm average Joe
I press on the gas to the floor
Go, dropping the top to the floor
I
friends, when there ain't no ends
Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
worry
They throwing hate on my 4hay I Joe-Butayyy
She throw it back I say hol'on baby come le me track ay
So then we met at the after party at four forty
met you this week
Okay (K) than I, fast forward and then the day went by
No Jays (J) on feet, amazing sky, it was about 5:15
We were in line for
now did you catch a victim? Hell no
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain
came up they tryna get close to me
I fell done with so many close to me It seem they took shit for a joke to me
No security you still cant get close
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you
else
My head feels hot but my hands are so cold
I saw few years and I feel so old
Sweet Sally don't come around no more
She read my palm and showed
someone fucking jizzed on the lid
It's a little bit of Joe pubic hair in his shit
Shit fard, fucking barred by the plunger
Fucking fard like it's thunder
on the track
(Gooo)
(Bitch)
[Chorus: RBO Glizzy]
Block hoes be the worst no loyalty they come with drugs and lust
She gonna swear she love them niggas so
as a god of
Superiority and absolute divinity
I'm significant
Marxism is being used by the left to
Ruin this country and I can
No longer sit and watch this
else will ever do
Nothing comes close, no
I'm in awe of You, Lord
I'm in awe of who You are
Nothing else will ever do
And I'm undone by who You are
Here we go
Come with me
There's a world out there that we should see
Take my hand (take my hand)
Close your eyes (close your eyes)
With you right
are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine,
the minute that I step up on the track
I got the keys in the ignition
I'm 'bout'a hunt for your ass, ain't no brief intermission
Make sure you ain't comin'
be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
But I be wit my niggas, I don't need no help
Tote it by myself, we
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
Heart on Sha'Carri really racin'
Track n field this another demonstration
I like you and you there's no elimination
Fun n' games this is all for
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Don't stop the beat no don't stop the beat
Just move your feet yeah just move your feet
Don't stop the beat I said don't stop the beat
Just move your
Em's house, Our House
So welcome, to our house
Where no one, comes back out
You won't find, comfort
In here, in here, in here
When I was
, I don't wanna hear it
No, let this be a lesson
Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested
I'm a get real Joe Jackson in a second
like...
Nicko: I fuckin' fucked-up...n' I stopped, n' it was like "oh, for fuck's sake!" (tapping his foot as if playing drum solo) Come on kids, n' I
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