Lyrics:
I'm tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice, you never get treated nice
Fool you once, that's fine, but you look dumb if you let them repeat it
Natal plum
Black magic ti
Mexican bush sage
Gumbo limbo
Golden shrimp
Belize shrimp
Senna
Weeping sabicu
Golden shower tree
Golden trumpet tree
'cause I believe
The potent that I'm quoting will have you geeked like speed
If rationale is naturale or a weave
It's all edges and peas
Settin' press,
mint julep a kick, Mame
You make the old magnolia tree blossom at the mention of your name.
You've made us feel alive again, you've given us the drive
yonder in a hollow tree, uh-huh.
What should the wedding supper be ? uh-huh
What should the wedding supper be ? uh-huh
What should the wedding supper
the wedding supper be? uh-huh
Where shall the wedding supper be? uh-huh
Where shall the wedding supper be?
Way down yonder in a hollow tree, uh-huh
What
tree smile, Mame,
Your skin is Dixie satin,
There's rebel in your manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never had a sweeter
Got too much chlorine in my gene pool
A few peas short of a casserole
A few buttons missing on my remote control
A few fries short of a happy meal
Jean Claude: Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine
I let the incense burn with the popery
Smoke the tree
You know I Rasta through it
Hold a med
Just tryna focus g
Lift my shorty up
and I pipe her down
real ‘cause Karen didn’t even take her Klonopin, nope
This is a time to let go
That smoke goes out the window
Light up the Christmas tree and blow some
Residing at my table head
Peas and porridge are best served hot
And revenge presented cold
This irony that does serve me
A poetic end to slander told
Peas
I rock peas on my head
But don't call me a pea head
Bees on my head
But don't call me a bee head
Bruce Lee's on my head
But don't call me a Lee head
Tree
That Would Eat Everybody Except The Cheat And Me
(Strong Mad: AND ME!)
(Strong Bad: We'll See)
And The King Of Town Would Be Underground
In A Box
I rock peas on my head, but don't call me a pea-head
Bruce Lee's on my head, but don't call me a Lee head
Smoke trees now I'm dead, but don't call me
the breeze
Yeah the weed got ya stuck Mr freeze
Backwood look like a pod wit the peas
No custodian I seen a couple keys
Inhale exhale feel the breeze
I'm still
Brussel sprouts boil beans alive, snap the peas
And dice the chives, info to leak with my kitchen knives
Rhubarb wire in the lattice pie
Meanwhile you mow
New cone, same Swiss Gelato
Skoop family aficionado
2018 Pink Moscato
I came up then hit the plateau
Right brain like mushy peas
Left brain like
Why should I be in bed by eight?
And why can't I ever get up late?
Why should I eat the peas on my plate?
Peas are something I really hate
I am me
I
wrinkles are the bonus
did I pass the test now
or death without a notice
It's the human drama
Human drama
now shake down the tree. drop the ape. run
to me
Eternal Immortal yes i am a God
They still live life like some peas in a pod
Connected to source walk in my purpose
Choosin my worth winning
See you sitting on the ground
Splitting peas, the whole world sleeps
You're working hard you're working smart
In the shade of a Banyan tree
Dharti,
native
Who told me that I'm amazing
She don't even want no money because Ms. Cosette love the music and keeps it playing
The big tree only grew when my
you even up the odds or
Are you way too lazy?
Are we like peas and carrots?
Two peas in a pod?
Am I Superman or General Zod?
Yeah am I Anakin or am I
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