Lyrics:
Lemme, lemme, lemme
Lemme, lemme, lemme
Lemme, lemme, lemme, lemme
Lemme lemme lemme lemme tell you who I am
I am will.i.am straight outta
to tell
Meek is done he turns back
To his computer screen
Waving off the vote as
Pointless "Honest opinions is cool
" he says "But my mind's made up"
He
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
put that on reverend
Been a grown man since age 11 (11)
Mind on the guap since 7 (7)
Rest in peace to my homie Kevin
I admit it, I admit, I admit
Tell me my kindness will be worth the while
I wonder if their heads are just as sore
I don't see the man in my reflection
Don't agree with much of my
was supposed to
Not a lotta shit you could say about me
Yeah my hairline faded but my bank account will roast you (Roast)
Tell me-tell me-tell me
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
my grandfather was smart
And had a whole lot of pride he didn't
Speak a terrible amount
But you could tell there was a
Ton on his mind like a
Quiet
Says "I haven't seen my friends St. Paul and St. Peter in 15 years"
William the Angel sits on the yellow line
Says "God are you crazy, these humans seem
can take my number, I hope we can speak again
[Chorus One: LaToiya Williams]
No matter how mister, no doubt I'll die with ya
Until the end of life,
blunt
Tell her straight up to her face, this is a one-time thing, yeah
I work, I grind, hundred vices in my mind
Don't take no effort, I know I'm not even
On the day my grandma died
Fuckin' lesbian
For fifteen cents a
Day you can feed an African
They eat pennies
Old peoples' skin sags
Because it's being
won't have to play pretend
That he's not on my mind
And Im feeling fine
Next time promise me you'll take someone better that me down William Street
And I
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if
the phrase again, 'Y'all
haters'
Who got chips and don't gotta sip,
rollout wit' chicks, tell 'em hop in the whip
[Kelis (Pharrell Williams)] To the sunlight
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
[Malice]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
And disguised in this rap
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
that different
Take it way back like Bron hooping with Boobie Gibson
Still had this vision it's finally coming to fruition
Zan is still my brother always
sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you.
Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
(Hank Williams)
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh,
have
Thought long and hard about what
I want to do with our
Songs, my record, the sound
The vibe etc i had always intended to do a
Portion of the record
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