Lyrics:
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only vendetta
With life,
straight up 'cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be
out on the furniture
Hip-Hop, part of me, I just wanna party
Grab somebody, sing "La-ti-dad-dy"
It's 7-P la, suits to di-dor-dora
Erykah Badu,
a Golden God type of swagger that'll grab the Devil by the horns
I'm a Golden God and I wear the crown unaffected by the thorns
I'm a Golden God doing what I
who can shine
I'm a star boy making light please just call me Doctor Light
Ain't no music major ass but fuck it major music coming out my ass
I fucked
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
fall in love like that
In my world she loves me back
If I choose, I choose alone
Freak is gone, boys is on
Cause the homies watch your back
Life is over
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse
(I'm the kid with the golden arms)
grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse
(I'm the kid with the golden arms)
Saw you out there workin, what you workin for?
I'll show you some work, and make you work some more
Everything is golden, I swear whatever you
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
you tell? That she wants my niño
New Moschino (check), I'll take that I'm DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm Cee-Lo (yes!)
Pardon
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
If I ain't got the ting on me then pickaxe go swing swing
Only managed to grab a pistol meswell let it ring ring
Went out launching rockets we let
of the middle..contemplate..
Seven golden candlesticks..gat a pure golden frame..
Walking in the midst of them..walking he's not lame..
Nails up on his feet..all the people
out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills
And the haters want to see me fall
How can I let y'all niggas play me
Shitted on their good
ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
sticking mainly to his grunts and gurgles,
But on occasion, if you listen closely, you can hear his sweet golden
Singing voice, ring out into the night,
to you
Why do stars fall down from the skies
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
From the day that you were born
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