Lyrics:
in the corner
Just screams Freebird all night long
Whose God is this?
Won't somebody take him home?
Whose God is this?
He's down there all alone
Daddy's in Pittsburg, Kansas
Drum to Jack Johnson maybe The Red Hot Peppers
Go ahead and look at the view
I don't really ever do
Secrets behind a fake smile
just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose to, sit in front of your computer
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up
Or you
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
Bruce Buffer
The money in the duffle
And ya girl in my bed got a muzzle
Ain't got time to cuddle
Put my tongue down her throat
That's a kiss like Gene
Andrew Johnson's all there is
Ulysses Grant's was Ulysses
His first name was Hiram, the S, just the military's
Presidential middle names are just like
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in
gon take the summer back
Seefeezy ball off the wall like Mike Jack
Yeah and it's like that
I was just a Hood kid raised in Ft Hood with my own army
20
up (turn up bitch)
When we up in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream
and jack
I'm finna fly out of the south hoe
Gotta handle rap
Landed in the west
Hit my nigga zac
He pulled up with some green in a back
Wood
Damn good
I aint
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
the wide Ohio skies
Shields himself from reason in
A Teflon alabaster jacket
Quilted from the finest fibers
Flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
Screams his
Corvette
Monty lowering his head
Malcom in the middle
cnzolone n we added Jack
Jacobs bout to buckle up
Gardner Johnson on the grass
Champions cuz we
name
Scream my name, scream my name
Scream my name, scream my name
In the club doin' my thing,
At the bar just sippin' a drink,
You walked by in those
party, jou fokken goose verstuk weer aan my soesatie
Almal sluk 'n chill pill, sit stil en kraak 'n venster
As pappa stadig skiet om by jou show in
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
day
Lacey Chabert on a Wednesday
Amy Jo Johnson in a Blackglama mink
Want it now
Gimme now
Give it to me now
What's the deal
Why the fuss
Got me
committed on these pricks!
So I decided to make my move upon my neighbor's right next door
With a machete in my hand it's time to bring the fucking gore!
it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't
stretch hand
Guru Maharaj, gon nbe legbe usher to mo Jesu t'oun gba
Sebi e say e sabi bend hand
O, Johnson, Ojae Maestro get fire
Scream adoration to my
ain't nobodies business
But last time she was in there for twenty minutes
Her roommate Ruth sitting at that booth
Sucking on that wine like she's gonna
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
on the rhymes
IQ on good doctor
I queue you up
But they don't really rock with it though
I digress
Put me on a speaker
And I promise it be like
Dwayne Johnson in
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