Lyrics:
The seagulls squawking
Hoo! Hoo!
I'll do me baking
Then I go walking
With you-hoo
Yoo-hoo
I'll warm me bones
On the esplanade
Have tea and scones
With
wrong)
Man, I just wanna binge smoke right now (Right now)
I'm in the kitchen baking scones (I'm in the kitchen baking scones)
My dad at work, he hardly
really about this dough
Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin'
It's at my mind, just a mystery school
Brainwash them, then fix them with
Dear rubber band, you're playing my tune out of tune
Oh
Rubber band
Won't you play a haunting theme again to me
While I eat my scones and drink my
butter upon their
Scones squatties passed the
Milk to and Colonel offered apricot
Jam to their batman
Generals and runners sat down to
Crumpet together
you eat it in the bath?
Do you eat it with a scone
Or do you eat it on its own?
Do your ears give snacks?
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
Joc (yeah yeah) even the kids know
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That I'm the shit, yo (yeah)
I ride more chrome, I rock more stones
I got 4 scones
And I ain't
stay up
Grab a towel, she need it, now she open again
She say my stroke is a scone, I let that soak in her bean
What's up with it? Ok what's really
scones and tea
And laugh at all his joking
No need at all to let him see
WhatÂ's up the chimney smoking
And if he should inquire for me
For me or Johnny
listen Run the Road,
And smoke someone's fresh homegrown,
And not get bloated on a plate of scones,
Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way, in
made cash
Someone's gotta die, somebody's gotta die
That someone's not in my fam
Still the world spins 'round and 'round
Split scones, then we all
now
Tell them other guys RIP (R..I..P)
Rita and Kones
The English Bey and Hov, no tea and scones
I can tell by your look you're ready
We ain't even
know you're hotter than cat scones and fish grease
Virginia beach from summer times with intense heat
Makeup flawless, eyebrows on fleet
My guns is
a little scone
Yea I'm loving few conversations through
What they take from you just making room
If you can't love me too, I'll fill my plate with food
Yeah,
Skinny bitches, you're so difficult
Just invite me in
Let's do breakfast in the afternoon
Let's do scones and tea
We can spend our riches on our way
of the week, watching Discovery
I've got slippers on my feet in the middle of the week, I'm at the bakery getting something to eat
I'll get a bun, eclair, scone
inside your smile
Driving everyone away, far gone
We'll have scones and jam for tea, I'll have you yet, baby, wait and see
For I'm as wayward
a lie rather than quit
So they'll hunt you all night, these hearts that you've sold
Brick walls on all sides, they weigh on your scone
They'll hurt you
watch
Fresher then a fade on a french crop
Strawbury jam clotted cream and a fresh scone
And if you dont like me your a benchong
I'm sending a 8 bar from
I just wanna stay at home
I don't wanna go alone
I just wanna eat some scones
Can you blame me
I don't wanna go to work
I don't wanna fake my smirk
I
predict the four whole scones
That I'd consume in seven minutes
Without enjoying them I almost choked
And then of course came the Haribo
Bears that expired
You prick
Kiss my dick
When I write rhymes
I'm just trying to be sick
Ticking like a time bomb
A jam or scone
The Queens got more control than my
I'd like a warm cappuccino and a scone for two
From a distance I saw the sky turning blue
I wish it was obvious what will come true
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