Lyrics:
(Can I get your autograph?)
The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me (yo, taxi)
I wouldn't need collateral to buy property
If I was white
And as for Cinderella:
CINDERELLA
I still wish to go to the Festival,
But how am I ever to get to the Festival?
BAKER
The cow as white as milk,
The cape
in, Jack turned his boat towards home, ready to rest and recharge for the next day's adventures.
As he stood on the deck, looking out at the endless
still have a lot to learn
And at some point
I posted
A Craigslist ad that
I'm
Looking for collaborators
And Zach hit me up
And I jammed
With him
So let me take y'all back
Lessons taught through rap
My nigga Jack for confidential purposes of the story
Born in the motherland with bigger dreams
a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You
know crack is deadly?
Ayo Bones he broke
But got an itch for the white like
The inside of the cast is sweaty
You disgust me Custy
You might need a battle
for me to swallow (Swallow)
Giant step for man today (Day)
Ten toes by tomorrow (-Morrow)
I built the boat that's in the bottle (Bottle)
Afro is still
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Yeah, you know
Beaten red white and blue for the green we pursue
I'm still looking for you
America who are you?
Underneath the red blue and white
I got pounds of keisha
Dope house full of geekers
Looking for that white bitch, cocaina have you seen her?
I got pounds of keisha
Dope house full
cuz
You owe us (us nigga)
And if you looking for blow, dog
Your boy got more white than a snow storm
(snow stormholla) holla at your
The young don
when
He was dissing Hopsin for rockin'
Them white contacts, but now this bum crack head
Got the same exact set and pair
And he's wearing them - is he
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
She was everything to me and she was my woman
I can remember the first time we met in New York City, in Central Park
I was wearing a pair of white
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
Rehearsing for the show, for the part I play it
And no I'm not your mom, but before you say shit
I'm coming for those covers, gonna wash an iron it
Jack
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
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