Lyrics:
near or far
I've always been here by your side
I know you moved on but I'm still in love
So baby if you leave me now
You'll leave me torn apart
Hey Yeah,
to answer the door, James' nerves began to unravel
Like the waxed line of a broken fishing rod
As he stared at the dead duck
Hanging limp by its neck from his
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
the odds against me
6 against 1. I ain’t even break a sweat G
Out here tryna test me, huh
All I make is one phone call
All y’all be gone by tomorrow
I told
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could sing
Man did he swing
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
Eddie's got one crazy eye
That turns him into a cartoon
When a pretty girl comes by
And there's nothin' here to do anymore
He sits on the stoop
("Toto... ! Toto... !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction ("Come here, Toto... !"), and all of this caused ("Toto... !") by a huge mountain
little smelly pooplet
Of a guy
His name is Clive
Now don't get pressed by
Clive the Knee-Master his
Life's a disaster and he's
Going through disastrous
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
the fuck out of here before
He goes to the psychiatric hospital
And gets electric shock treatment
Touch me, touch me
to eliminate your total existence
With falsehood and lies
And he's succeeding in doing it!
Now here's a verse about a relative, that coulda lived
But
somehow someway, better days ahead, Freddy's dead
And Betty said Eddie's a fed
Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head
And he fucking with this hood-rat
grabbed his bag then he hit the door
James' grandaddy tried to call his name and let em know
That it's
Cold game homicide that's forever mane
Full speed
I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal
He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a restaurant brawl
"Mary J. Blige, my
in time
Relieved by this is here to see my life that cried out
So get relief because this is so brief consequences good grief
My pops said he's hoping
ain't cruel, but everybody's so ready to bend up the rules.
Now there's Chuck, staring at Delores.
Eddie is distracted by Samantha so he doesn't notice.
shout out to Eddie Huang
or is it Eddie Huang, did I just say it wrong?
Let's talk about Xiao Ye, man, what the fuck went wrong?
I'm on that conscious
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