Lyrics:
That's gotta be 20 feet in the air
He don't care
Jeff Hardy
The thrill seeker
Oh my God
SWAN
TON
BOMB
Whistle This another one
4 Nick Chew a nigga
Hell is other people, so you better only tell your plans to god
Sponsored by visa, all they want me to do is max them out
I'm a real teammate, every
live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it god damn!
So who's that
at home
Im Jeff Bezos nigga I could ship it your door
I got 200 on the dash
This the new 2024
This the last kind of this car
They not making this no mo
I
Words and Music by Jeff Cook and Richard Scott
I am so happy with you in my arms.
Honey, don't you ever leave.
Lay back and love me and tellme
[Pops]
Hey, hey old bean
And you to baby sweetness
Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio
And I didn't have to break in this time
I
{written by Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott and Brian McLeod}
{additional vocal by Larry Graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is
me full of hatred and I
Think you know you know what I mean
It was the circle at the bottom with those circle headed kids by
That yellow
Policy 2000 by then, the planet depopulates
By about 1 billion men women and children
By whatever means necessary
Wars, diseases, starvation, plagues
repercussions
Don't gеt involved or
You'll meet Kalashnikov
That's my Russian cousin
I'm Baltimore's number one gunman
It's not true information
I just needed
the love of drug dealing
Marble Floors, gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling, fuck it I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up
Condos in my
Jerry Jeff Walker
Texas in October, is about as pretty as it gets
But Texas in the springtime, is even prettier yet
You miss it so much when you
to inform the public
I'm tryna get it like Warren Buffett
Fuck it, collect pesos, the black Jeff Bezos
Aye those who got billions like
Ye don't play with
when I stroll by
In a group chat, you know the name hightide
Put yo hand down you know I don't high-five
In the sky, you know I get air time
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
inspiration
Philomath is where I go by dawn
Lawyer Jeff, he knows the lowdown
He's mighty bad to visit home
(I've been there, I know the way)
Can't get there
the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know
bitch, fuck me 'til the OJs
I mean my chain a woo-sah
I mean my game a woo-sah
I want some head in my new car, bitch
I don't care who drive by
You know I
fueled by passion, while you fueling on mine
(Sing it DP…)
Oooooo, Weeeeee!!
I know exactly what you mean
I been working my whole life and this is what I
boozing, or blunt cruising
When needs involved I'm a different breed
I'm a rockstar, evolved a true Jeff Hardy
Yeah you heard the shit I say
Got psilocybin
This the wave yall on, aye correct me if im wrong
Shyt I guess, since yall want a Beat By Jeff
Yall gon get this one song, nun more, nun less
I aint
our goal
But I think a man is wise to only count upon
What his own two hands can hold
If by some chance your world should turn on you
Come a tumblin
To change your mind, and to make you dance
To this lyrical miracle
This musical discovery
But yo I wanna chill for a second, yo Jeff
Cover me
It's like
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