Lyrics:
my first solo
Collo Drolo, sponsored by Manolo
She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
Yeah, and I'm cold, bitch, please try to keep the door
thank
You to all the Beatle people
Who have written to me during
The year and everyone who
Sent gifts and cards for my birthday
Which I'm trying
amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your
flashbacks of niggas gettin' clapped at in front the cleaners
On 34th Street, until this day it haunts me
It's why I had to move raunchy
I know killers in
Yo, yo
Yo, this song, yo (yo, yo, yo)
This song is for all the women out there (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
That have been lied to by their men
And I
Yo, yo
Yo, this song, yo (yo, yo, yo)
This song is for all the women out there (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
That have been lied to by their men
And I
Macchiato queen walking round in stilettos
Taking pic posing all by the palmetto
A lil fluff we bout to throw in the marshmallows
Hands on both hips
happened, I emotionally fiend you
You know you my rock, just like the Beatles
Might book a flight, on way to see you
We not together, is this a sequel
You
times, she'll place another order,
And, Lordy, have mercy on that little bitty chair.
She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles,
Eatin' me out of house
back, flip it right
I ain't slept
I been hypnotised
By them cats eyes
On them roadsides
With them zapped eyes
M1 after one
All the traffic gone
You
swoop to woo the misfit tribes
From prophecies of gloom
Then bid them by the shifting tide
To cheat the waxing moon
Her double-fisted backhand
Hides
The Knack
Know Your Product - The Saints
Anything by: Kleenex
Raincoats LP - Raincoats
Collosal Youth - Young Marble Giants
Rocks - Aerosmith
What is This? -
stayed up all night wondering if the
Eagles or the Beatles were the world's best band
Since you've been gone I sit by the phone
Feeling like
and Stanstro (Here we go!)
So here we go: it's the trio
With flows tighter than Speedos
And Benny beating like Ringo
We glow like the old Beatles
Here we go
Lyrics -Motorbike Libido (She Loves the Beatles)
Jesse Brinkenhoff, Parker Cohen and Matt Kash
riding on your motorbike
riding by the birds you
and bro on every opp
Nigga know he gone drop
Nigga know we aint the beatles But the chop gone rock
Pull up red light nigga gone car stop
Make a nigga see
tell
Baby I don’t need your help
I’ll probably walk there by myself
Meet me at the Hollywood inn hotel
X3
Gotta rock out like a beatle yeah yeah
the bleachers, now I get head in two seaters
Two fine divas, they rock the mic, it's a feature
Living life like the Beatles, on some shit that's illegal
She sweat
This is where we stop
And you gon drop like we got caught by the cops
Babygirl it's yo world go and shop until
Ya knock
Before you came I only owned
Our lives were like lines on a map
You could measure us by comparison
She found out if she took off her clothes
She could score men by embarrassment
mean
I tell her if she fuckin with me, what that really means, so i tell her what that really means
Nice trips
I been working by my lonely, i been
(…Cinematic Shit..)
VERSE 1
Story narrated ..by me… why me.. try me.. gri- me.. untimely bound by pain.. un tie me.. snakes are slimy.. slick talker
sorry
It's the fucking general, Vans, cut shorts
Neck covered in colored emeralds
The yellow by the blue
Look like I pissed inside your swimming pool
I'm
ever happened
Crawlin to your heart like a beatle, John Lennon
Love or lust, it don't matter you're the one I vibe with
Heal me in your open arms, lately
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