Lyrics:
help in my mission
Street to the riches got no intermission
Need all these women to get off my Richard
Distance myself from the real and what isn't
Risk
Never had an easy time
Said em all
Ery time I hear a stupid excuse
I get appalled
We be getting higher than Howie Mandels cholesterol
Fuck liquor
dogman
She go from hoy they witty bele
Howie him I leacht, he thicket pay pale
As mu' gure do enter gueh
Money for JK mo enter gueh
As mu'gure do enter
blessed
Me and Perry like juvenile, and Manny French, Howie Sheep
But they ain't following in the Shepherd's steps
When you really walking by faith, you
Woo, I didn't see you there
It's a sincere pleasure to be
Back with you all
From sunny Wells, Maine to wherever you are
(Gotta get) By, so I'm
respect
'cause he was great c'mon
I'm on the one mission
To get a politician
To honor or he's a gonner
By the time I get to arizona
I got 25 days
'Cause he was great c'mon
I'm on the one mission
To get a politician
To honor or he's a gonner
By the time I get to Arizona
I got twenty five days
Staring through the window
Watching the hours pass me by
Dreaming of days long gone
My heart aches for the feel of your touch
You showed me
I'm countin' down to the day deservin'
Fittin' for a king
I'm waitin' for the time when I can
Get to Arizona
'Cause my money's spent
For the long flight long flights
It's a fly day and we in all white all white
She said D.J. can you play that
Play that back
He play it twice
Got
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
While her lord was abroad
Sending postcards in code from rome
He often appeared with a three day beard
From austria poland or spain
And one dreadful night
quit
I should be teaching English Lit
There goes 2022
It's like a postcard from me to fuckin' you
And now from now on, no matter what you do
You'll
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime
These days
on the tip of my tongue
Shake the clouds 'til there's no more wetness in them
Tell your homegirls that you will send them
A postcard from 3000, hard
me light.
In every postcard I write,
I want you by my side
no one can tear us apart,
even if you're so far
and I swear that, time could pass by
but
here from Venus
But she's already kissed me and put her claw on my penis
I brushed back her tinsel hair, she "booped" with affection
I can tell by her
Am I your destination? Or another stop requested?
At the bus shelter freezing off fingers to compose a text message
You be surprised by the efforts
Born in England's pleasant green
Like a picture postcard scene
To childhood spread with fond maternal care
From the day that he was born
Proud
y'all
Nigga cheers
On the phone call sending postcards from Brazil
My mama said "don't be afraid babe"
My mama said "don't be afraid babe"
My mama
just
Like a phone card had to move that bitch so
Far she need a postcard
Then I switched the grill on the Chevy
Got a nose job
Wet lips on the rims: I
and decay
The man you knew yesterday hooking for
Ten rounds or drinking for
Three days and three nights by
The Sawtooth mountains now
Just something under
a home down by the shore
A place to hang your hat and more
You sent me postcards to tell me of
Slowing down and finding love
The thrill has gone from
to myself so I'd take off that mask
Yeah it's the simple things in life
Counting days for a hug from a person that I like
Counting days for a birthday
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