Lyrics:
the spring-lock suit designed again
I thought I scrapped that shit out
William we came back and you're still in pain
I know the chains wont unlock but its
recorded in
1956 by Andre Williams
The name of this song is "Bacon Fat"
(In fact, Roy, Roy? Roy
D'ya wanna take this microphone an'
I'll jump over to) roy:
the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie
Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis
Oxycontin cocktails with bellinis
Over pizza pie we think on those
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
all in me eye
And first by the Clergy invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves"
"Oh, and I'll be cut up like a pie
And me nob from me body be
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
[Pharrell Williams] Yo, wave your hands in the air
if ya came to party (party)
Get down, baby, we get down. Neptunes, Most Wanted baby, we get down
mean it, Larry
Fuck like you got a reputation everybody know you
Fuck like you mean it, William
Fuck like you mean it, Donna
Fuck like you got
did shake
And on my grave the words will say
"I believed you, William Blake"
We scraped by in the shadows
Sown with pity and with scorn
The great
that that was wrong (and I was)
Now I'm lookin' at it over
Something cool and feelin' fool enough to see
What I had called my brother on
Now he had
Hook:
cll my shit is pyro.
If you're talking, then you're walking on a tightrope,
Over flames.
If you don't like the heat, don't speak my name.
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
been flawless I been out
Like them all overprint garments that's on them hypes
Directed like Williams perfected my fit til I'm feeling like millions
swoon over you,
Over you.
I swoon for you,
I swoon over everything you do,
I swoon over you,
Over you...
© 2015 Words & Music by Devon William
Airly one morning young William arose
It's off to his comrade's bedchamber he goes
Saying "comrade, royal comrade, rise and let no one know
For
When last I saw John Williams
A young man full of pride
To have his bride of just four days
Stand shyly by his side
He laughed and slapped me
Just charge it to my account
I hope I haven't gone over my limit
With interest rates so swift
No need to scream and shout
No doubt if women are
at the SeaTac Hilton?
I'll guarantee ev'ry word's the Gospel truth
Got witnesses ta prove it, too,
'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton
Now
good evening everybody, if you don't know you won't know
i go by the name of big snoopy d with double ?
and you inside of the big blue ?
and we will
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
Narration:
I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel,
to the parents of William and Elizabeth steel.
I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
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