Lyrics:
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My pops got it real ‘off the boat’
And he would’ve got a mill, but his boy took a deal with the folks
They still twist their face when I come by
Shut it down like George Pickens, n***a
He tried the gang we left him Twitchin
he tried talkin' through the net
I told that boy come meet this smithin
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the watch, chain and the whip
Let’s rap about what really do exist
Fame and fortune go away like this
Forgotten like George Harrison
Forgotten like the band
George, you wanna lead us off?
Yeah, I got one.
Oh Chri-biip-mas tree oh Chri-biip-mas tree how lovely are thou branched?
Why am I getting blipped
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
I heard "Run" on the radio, yesterday
Got me thinking 'bout, how much you love George Strait
But by the time the airwaves ever played that song
The pain is in my jungle book
It's crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo
Big drums and sticks, band camp with the crew
Made music infused before I
stunt wit my advance
My nigga told me that bands will make em dance
Here I go um rightchea if ya looking fa da man
Mixmatch swag in the club wit a advance
nigga real it now 20k for a feature'
Politicians right now poppin' bands for a feature
'Politicians right now poppin' bands for a feature'
Maaaaaaan!
Man
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely, lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
with the hits man
[Bridge: J DropDead]
Hey, I feel like the Man, 100 Bands, Going ham (I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man)
I said I feel like
down,
George Straight singin' bare feet,
Slow dance long hair swingin'
Under the neon sky, just watching the world go by
We were laying by the river
a dog does a boni
George, get off my jock
'Cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit
So step back, Dan, and throw up those fists
'Cause I
They came together as a band
John
Paul
George
Ringo
All songwriters
Three guitarists
A drummer
A pianist
They made it famous in England
They paved
You sound a little crazy
But it could be the heat
I'm roasted like a chestnut
By the fire of your feet
Your body is a furnace
Your love is
thicker
when you think its all good
down bows another nigga
to the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
Oh man, you were awesome tonight
Thanks dude, thanks a lot
Yeah, you should come check
Out my band sometime yeah, I'll uh do that
Here
Oh, flyer for
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
the nineties
I loved Brazil
The OG Ronaldo
Rivaldo
Roberto Carlos
I liked
Barcelona in Spain
Juventus in Italy
AJAX
Celtic
Man U
Dortmund
And there's
A person
understand
Why niggas still can't fuck with the one-man band
Got my dark lokes clean with the P on my crown
And my black leather trench to the muthafuckin'
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