Lyrics:
He's working in Capitol Saddlery
And he's sewing in the back of the place
He's old Charlie Dunn, the little frail one
With the smilin' leathery face
supposed get sense
Charlie hustle oh
Cause this life nah per head nor be by muscle oh
Charlie hustle oh
Wah guan
Make them nor go carry your babe for inside
man?
Of course!
Can we gather a cadaver from the local morgue?
Charles, this is a secret mission
We can't go raising any suspicion
Luckily I know
man?
Of course!
Can we gather a cadaver from the local morgue?
Charles, this is a secret mission
We can't go raising any suspicion
Luckily I know
chest
So God bless my soul, I feel old when I'm not
But physically and mentally I'm going through a lot
I know my time on this big blue baloon is short
of shit
Charlie says
"My office, let me see you? team work
Couldn't be you? add this to
Your list of to do's"
Mentality of a postal worker
With prostate
and I'm still chasing this song
With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines
That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride
I got
and I'm still chasing this song
With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines
That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride
I got
the ground
Neck was floppin' he wasn't makin' a sound
Left leg was missing and he was barely breathin'
I dropped him down in paper sack
And told old Charlie
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night
Hey Charlie, I think
nights have been hot, it's that muggy sort of air
Doesn't let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there
On top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet
I was Gucci'd down courtesy of Charlie shots
Way before you heard me on Charlie Sloth
On a light day I'm Cavalli'd off
I'll dun your dance like when
, charlie this my old bitch
It's lookin' like everyone here want smoke
I make the box hot so yo favorite rapper choke
I make the cops run when I pull up
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
a fan of Lena
Close to Katrina (17)
Very fond of Gina Lollobrigida (17) , too
And as for Pasadena
Everybody there's an old shoe
But anyone can see my new
There's an old saying that you're
The dumbest in your youth
Whoever said that must have met Charlie Puth
But he can't be that dumb
'cause he's
Between my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo
(it's just another case of that old pta)
[Charlie Brown]
Yo teachers hate me the girls don't take me
Roping cattle, getting money
Wrangling horses in the country
For survival nothing funny
All of this by nine years old
Hiram taught Jim to be hungry
By
It's that old sound its that Charlie Sheen
It's that keep it dirty its that Medellin
See that's that Medellin
That's that keep it dirty, that's that
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
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