Lyrics:
[Moving Train]
"Next stop! Coopersville!"
[Two guys talking]
"Hey Buddy"
"Buddy!"
"How was the bathroom Buddy, pretty gruesome?"
be a nigga dead in a viewin'
Would you take a look inside of my eyes?
I'm surrounded by a bunch of blind guys
Out of sight and out of my mind
But
finesse ya out cha shit
Fresh up out the J jimmy plotting on a Vic
This nigga flexin hard but He heard his ass a bitch
Getting duped out his money buddy
between is internationally
Put it down and straight row rationally
Ok rap back clap back sight an arc running Out
No body listen to me
No body understand
o)
Why they call me lucky guy
Call Me Grace I got it from God we serve
I got faith everything be working out
We ain't blind but we never roll by
there's a vendor in the park
Taps the day away and heads home by dark
Said he played the skins in a motown band
At the newport jazz shook buddy's hand
Get the cash out that ass I'm that type of guy
I introduced you to these fucking streets
Gave you a PHD
So 'fuck you mean you don't need me?
petted my fur
Fuck me in the goat-ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the mosh pit
They passed me around
chick can buy my wedding ring
Suit and tie, i'm super size
No puppy eyes, no pity please
On my guys, make water wine
That shit divine, they envy me
Look
You all alone at that point, you get me? Crazy
Supplied by uber eats
Scooter the movement gon' let my troppers eat
Hopped out
V.W motors caused up
As they danced sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even petted my fur.
Fuck me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
kidding you. Every one of these roofers, in one form or another, said my roof was too high. The last guy, he didn't even get out of the truck. He just looks
I moved out to Langley recently
With a plain and simple dream
Wanna infiltrate some third-world place (woah)
And topple their regime
Those men
Move out of the way
'Cause there's a cool guy coming through
He's dressed to the nine
And he's sporting the coolest shoes
You know, he is the type
Performed by adam sandler, frank, judd, and allen
Transcribed by a fan
M1: "hey, it's great to have us all out on a road trip again this is gonna
Fell down on the floor still fully clothed
Called up my geezer, then walked out the door
My guy was approaching a curl in his lip
I never saw his guy
Who the fuck got a problem, tell 'em air it out
By time they open they mouth
We done already ca-carried em out
This ain't no buddy, buddy
Link up, I
you’re out of sight, I’m blinded by illumination and your beams of light, oh
My eyes are locked on you, girl I see you, you see me too
Nothin’ but you
You seem so different and I've got to know
Why a girl like you would be all alone
I'm usually not this guy,
honestly usually kind of shy
But
Motivated eating like a fat guy
Running to the money like a track guy
Reefa odor hit you when I pass by
Went to college I ain't go to class why
Hoes choosing
on TV
Tryna show ya how you livin' is trife
How many guys you know can bring the Travel Channel to life?
One day we on the Autobahn swervin', drivin'
to tell
I got a
Buddy wanna live life fast, and it might end bad
But even if he go out sad keep movin'
Buddy didn't know what he had, but he got new tags
on TV
Tryna show ya how you livin' is trife
How many guys you know can bring the Travel Channel to life?
One day we on the Autobahn swervin', drivin'
The heart of a warrior forged in strife
The price of your honor may cost your life
Masked by resolve are your fears and pain
This is the way
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