Lyrics:
Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-La-Di, ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their
Propped my eyes open with some chemistry
I've got a three hour drive and a man to see
The blue bruised sky is closing in
Cover up well because
a dildo in her hand
Who the fuck let you in, all my assistants are fired
Now I'm looking for some washed up rapper that I can hire
You know some old
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
in (check)
I link P on my jack jones in the morning
He was one up too 'cause we're staunch and they know this
My boys in a SRT, he didn't rent it
Jena 6 shit
Like if you ain't from around here, you was gettin' hit (c'mon)
Send a O.G. some flicks, make they time go by quick (hey)
You surprised
him
Put your rags in a brown paper bag
Go on and hit the door
(Go on) let the knob hit you in the back, Jack
'Cause I don't ever wanna see you no
been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want
them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
floats, then i'm gone
Hide me in a grave or somethin'
No goodnights, don't see no lights
I guess the end is comin'
Always ignored by the kind of gold, by
got flex with me
Testin' me but I'mma pull my shit and let you see
That all that carry the jack ain't able to survive
So you haters need to quit with
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
man shawty, leave him at home
'Cause baby, I'ma dog and I'm just tryna bone
Say you got man shawty, leave him at home (Jones)
Uh, yea (RTT)
Miss me with
to see a young nigga get rich
I was thrust some bad cards
Became a thug with no love cause life's hard
Lord control me
You know me
These cards I
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
no more
You're so stupid, think now
If blow him up to smithereens
We may lose some pieces
And then Jack will beat us black and green
Kidnap
turn green, I'm a sick man
If a Martian fucks with me I'll choke him 'til he turns tan
Now that's some stupid shit and niggaz ain't havin that
Celph
So she took his ass to court
That nigga learned his lesson put him on
Child support
A couple years went by
Chaka was living good
Manager
Well Let me know how this real if we living a lie? We used to hustle nickels & dimes, just to get by. Like if you need it hit my jack meet me
Straight out of North Dallas aKA
"Nawfghanistan" but be careful
Where you play and watch what you say
So okay
You want to see some macho shit,? I’m
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
OF JACK DUNN, OF NEVERTIRE;
AND, NO DOUBT, THE BUSH IS WRETCHED IF YOU JUDGE IT BY THE GROAN
OF THE SAD AND SOULFUL POET WITH A GRAVEYARD OF HIS OWN.
the children's swings
If it don't swing it don't mean a thing
Over by the children's swings
If it don't swing it don't mean a thing
Life is a real barrel
You are
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