Lyrics:
Hey, Mr Politician, what's going on in your mind
The people are crying out for help and you're just wasting our time
Oh -- a mouthful of rhetoric
All
a coupe
Whatcha gonna do
Keep u in the loop
Swoop on by
PEECH ANd snooze
Pull up in a few
Trouble maker
Mr faker
Actually a waiter
Mr skater
Hit the vapor
Take your beat back we got Bailey
I dey take Panadol
I dey take Panadol
Gal nextdoor aransajije
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to do
Ari so class
You playing games
Mr Xbox controller
I remember all the days
That you pretended to care
Nowadays I'm up and people
But just can't help to stare
I know
I know you're used to getting what you want
Flash a smile and they all lineup
Like you're Mr. right
And their yours for the night
I bet it feels kind
Du bist nicht mein Bro
Aber Bro ich glaub ich nenn dich Broski
Wir sind so close wie ein Loser und Olympia Trophies
Weil du ne Marke trägst heißt
1 By 1, I hope you'll come
To see what I can see
Life is more than joinin' dots
Take a chance and set yourself free
Don't follow the numbers from
Yenkor
If you hear my song
E get wetin I want talk
So you better turn your speakers up
You better turn your speakers up
If you hear my song
E
friends
Come together again
We all still get by with a lil help from our friends
Hey jude
Ps i love you
SO do you wanna know a secret?
We can work it
and nights are so miserable with his horse riders,
The malicious foot patrol
By causing the racial profile
The other half general population
It has
reap it
Deliver us from evil
Not to be tempted by
Witty and wicked
We are all sinners
From mrs and mr
We all been tricked for being
Tempted
False image
Superman is a friend of mine. he drops by my house all the time.
He's no different than me or you. he even helps start the barbecue.
And when
A lover that will understand
Will always be by my side (come on)
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be?
The one for me I need
IMG nigga, ha-ha
What? You ain't knowin' 'bout this motherfuckin' clique motherfucker?
Too many niggas you just can't fuck with.
So you better bow
he a d-boy but really he's a scammer baby
I'm from east Atlanta by way of Alabama baby
Took so many bricks to 'Bama my pic should be laminated
I
conversations every word is expensive
AZ major leagues I'm with Mr. Exquisite uhhh
We so God Body, Ain't nobody above me except God probably
Lil Spanish Mami
myself so I'm trying
To keep myself all in check, by writing dozens of rhymes (Listen to your heart)
It's time I listen to my heart when it starts talking
Choked up by emotion talkin' real asphyxiation
Talkin' real asphyxiation
Choked up for so long it make a nigga start to hate shit
There's a monster in my
you've done
The battles you've won
The way you deal with US Steel
And our problems by the ton,
We thank you, so much.
Everybody, Happy Birthday!
from that motherfucker swervin' and duckin' murder
Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge
Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd
go so hard I could make it melt
I mean the flow so solar every bar
Could power an electric car
My, my, my, whips is side-by-side
He just talkin',
tell you (nah) nah
I knew the cats knew I was down so I fell back
Hit the ground, landed on my feet vertical, fell back too, so you can (lose)
I will
Your The Only Girl
In This Shady World
For Ever Stay By My Side
For You Will Ride Till I Die, Cause Your The Only Girl,
In This Shady World,
So Dont
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
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