Lyrics:
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Business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple
Mass reverse while the real thing is dying
Accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King
and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous,
the roses
Cause they shit stank
It’s Dre
Dropping bombs on my mixtape
No Pig Latin but
Yeah
Won't win by luck
Tell 'em niggas in the mud I see 'em
But these days ain't a lot that I trust (Trust trust)
No
I'll wash this down
Sixteens hold me
to the pig's door
And then the wolf said
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin"
So I huffed and I puffed
And I blew that
the sky
Red roses by ya side
Red roses by ya side
Somebody dying tonight
Somebody dying tonight
I keep that glick by my side
Them niggas ain't cut like I
I
one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny,
one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny,
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
always call 9-1-1, they said
But who do you call when the pigs cross the line
Who do you tell on the fucking police
It's such bullshit
One day they're
We're dying on the inside
Dying on the inside
Dying on the inside
Dying on the inside
Butterflies, my stomach starts to heave
What joyous blunder
Molly Rose, my Molly Rose, oh yeah
On the very first day I laid eyes on you
I saw those blue-ish-green puppies staring right back through
Molly Rose
stepping. No second guessing, and still collecting currency. (Money) See the way that I can, I can really amaze, and not up for days
Into my profession.
make it past twenty five
Every night
waiting for the day
I had my goodbyes in a notes page
Couldn't be healed by sage
Feeling worthless
I wanted to close
What it this
Servant music
I'm not a savior I'm a server like to serve a lot
My bondage broken now I'm glowing like I'm kakarot
I'm daily dying
out of this world
A pretty pink rose
And we're living for you my love
We're living for you
And we're dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
She tore
He courted her a year and a day
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
Till her the young man did betray
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
She leaned her back
Open your legs
Say yeah, share, say yeah, share, say yeah
Heart to my dying light, bullet to your rose
Then I want you better fold
Don't you
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
oh
He courted her for a year and a day
Oh the rose and the linsey - oh
Till her the young man did betray
Down by the Greenwood side - oh
She
cnd a pig came up and lay down by my side
So we sang some songs together, ‘Let It be' and ‘Stormy Weather'.
'Til a lady passing by was heard to say.
set them free
Wanna keep ‘em by my side till my dying day
But history says it can’t be that way
You watch ‘em run so fast climbing on my back
Then they
possessing our human form
We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born
And as we bow our heads at night rich wealthy or poor with dislikes
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