Lyrics:
pocket but I still act trife
While I in the club they say lil' parlor ain't right
Look I'm doing great that's the way I feel
Hustlin' hard all day
in my pocket but I still act trife
While I in the club they say lil' parlor ain't right
Look I'm doing great that's the way I feel
Hustlin' hard all
love you,
Love you till the end.
And I love Buddy,
Cause he's your best friend.
Let's go hang out,
You me and Jesus at your mom's pizza parlor
genetic implants
Sooner we're gon' trash parlor tree, well
Everybody's changing their shoes
Everybody's washing their hands
Everybody's got a new
And the parlor lamps begin to glow
Jim and Jack and John
Put their slippers on
They're all set but we'restill on the go
So lonely
Me and my shadow
Strolling
They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here
on a one-way track
Winding through the Alps
Christmas in a parlor car
With no one else
Hire a car that only knows
A country road in England
Time will fly
the nine
But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid
Good with the hearst
Some niggas don't even grind
But still make a stack every other night,
to give it everythin' you got
And everythin's for free, everythin' for free
Make all the girls at the beauty parlor
Jump up and down and scream and holler
And the parlor lamps begin to glow
Jim and Jack and John
Put their slippers on
They're all set but we'restill on the go
So lonely
Me and my shadow
Strolling
the mortician`s returned to his parlor
Black hole
Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music`s so loud
That I can`t concentrate on my sorrow
Let down my hair
delight.
I want to call and love you tonight.
(light voice)
In the parlor?
(deep voice)
No.
(light voice)
In a hammock?
(deep voice)
No.
(light voice)
the whole thing ends
Momma's in the beauty parlor
And Daddy's in the baseball pool
Sister's in the drive-in movie
Brother's in the old high school
Fever
I think it's going around
I took my baby too the pizza parlor
to get a bite to eat
I put some money in the jukebox for her
You know she ate
gets me in her parlor and switches off the light
Before I know what's happened she's a-huggin' me so tight
I call her my eager beaver baby, eager
to love you
I want to love you all by myself
Meet me in the parlor 'bout half past one,
We'll go on down and have some fun
All by ourselves,
All by
think it's going around
I took my baby to the pizza parlor (pizza parlour)
To get a bite to eat, na na na
I put some money in the jukebox for her
Storefront, streetcars rattle
One more losing battle
What is Columbus Avenue to you now?
Last call tattoo parlor
Deathbed sword swallower
What is
till the end.
And I love Buddy,
Cause he's your best friend.
Let's go hang out,
You me and Jesus at your mom's pizza parlor.
And maybe you can hook me up
a Range"
I took you to the parlor
Spent a hundred dollars
On a tattoo of your name and your face
And when all of the cash out
Credit card maxed out
off in yo' parlor an'
Stab out to the cajun crab house
Or the Jamaican cat house
Or the college, frat house
For the gul you just, mad house that rat
mane, Jay Rock got it
Top Dawg, aka they got dollas
Big like Chris Wallace, fly like weed parlors
Sig on my lap, we'll pop your collar
From the land where
Look one day I won't even need a barber
I'll buy a new jeep and
Sleep in a pizza parlor
Every cheap cigar is the best
They could probably do
Limited
over rainbows and Rainier
I was late to the parlor
When the wind it blew forward
And demanded we get out of town
So me and Moroni
Took the keys
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