Lyrics:
Didn't seem like Billy had money problems
But did he really?
Billy saw the child
Billy thought he'd be silly
Billy took the child under his wing
Called
don’t know
Theres something about you that I like
I don’t know It’s hard to explain so I’m not gonna even try
I’m a real spender yeah money flipper yeah
feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like
We know
there's a world out there that I wanna see
There's a man that I'm destined to be
I won't be stopped by the ghetto streets
I believe inside that I can't be
Jack the Ripper
Some pally'll I'm pullin' the zipper
Finger popped, the better the batter or flipper
You're out of date, you must be the Late Show,
Spook's sake
Please loosen up
It's October 31
A good day to have fun
With a sinister laugh, now Flipper walks off
You get back up
Now you look like a shmuck
creating
Love child, never meant to be (wait, wait, won't you wait now, hold on)
Love child, (scorn by) society
Love child, always second best
Love
creating
Love child, never meant to be (wait, wait, won't you wait now, hold on)
Love child, (scorn by) society
Love child, always second best
Love
the pets my life's been good
Say the chorus then we're done
I was a swift child swift child
He was a swift child swift child
My whole childhood was buck wild
beater, he's been shootin' his wife Become a child- like witness
SAMPLE A good beatin' will do him more good than anything in this world
A child- like
Now, the effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be cataclysmic
Senator Hollings: It's outrageous filth!
Senator Trible: Rather
Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff'rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that
Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff'rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that
Life be like die when you’re tryna rise
Mama said I always put her in trouble
That I want her to die
All I wanted for us is all the good life
Never
So you want a bad boy
(Shawty want a bad boy)
So you want a trapper
(She want a trapper)
So you want a nigga with 5, 6 figures
I'll be on that soon
Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff'rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that
your info from the gyspies down the street (ciao)
I'm a wild child, I ain't tryin' to be like nobody else (no sir)
'Cause they claim that they don't
Pull out of the club just to be
Called a "fucking dork-ass"
Pull out my guitar just to
Play for all the orcas
I got vegan snacks, flippers
cigarettes
Cowboy hat and Levi's jeans
Got a sexy silhouette
Good girls falling by my knees
Getting high and high and higher
Highest I have ever been
Wango
your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin' up your figures,
And he can still see us when we're bad.
Child 3:
He could be sitting on the table right now, but you can't see him.
Child 4:
He can't be
Ay, I can only do it my way, so
You can never ruin my name, no
I am the exile child, wassup!
I am the exile child, wassup!
I was raised by
life
She'll take you for a ride now
And Sunday makes a good wife
She wants to be your bride
So I'm in love with Saturday's child
Every time you
to be
Love Child
(Scorned by) Society
Love Child
Always second best
Love Child
(Different from) Different from the rest
(Hold on hold on just a little
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