Lyrics:
can we get them balls back
I keeps it simple as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in
of the visible with no new word from God
We're just drinkin' margaritas at the mall
This happy hour's got us by the balls
Magenta, orange, acid green
Peacock
will heal any hole
The body gradually transform and lose its features one by one
Until it is as beautiful as the wind before the storm
Do you agree
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time
With an aching
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
Or not do it at all
Taking the world on my terms
I'll take it by the balls
I'm fighting for justice
For the American way
I believe in what I do
And I
into my own jeans
She got them overalls
And keeps wearing them to balls
He got some hammer jeans
He want them by his knees
the neighborhood
Is dressin' up to be there too,
And we're gonna be a ball
Just like we always do.
A' Saturday night at the movies,
Who cares what
Oh, I've done it all before, losing my head, sharing my, bed love in a ball, love on the floor
I've done it all before, words in the dark
Start suckin' on my balls and my knees got weak
Nutted in the throat, she couldn't get with it
Took it out her mouth and slapped herself with it
It
story about a nigga
Who lives his life by the fuckin trigga.
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast
problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball
Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin'
Stagger to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin'
the world is a subtle disease
Passed around by the air we breathe
You could say it was written on the wind
But it's not whispering
Am I just shooting
image legit
Even though back in the day they told me I was the shit
I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit
Eh, Fuck that, I shrink my feet
to fall
I made a ball I threw it at Gavin because he's tall
So now we have this snow up to our knees
A Walking winterland is always bound to please
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
and head and a ball of string
The marshes are sinking in a bright red sky
And you will make love to me tonight
(Hey hey)
Yes, I'm like Jack on fire
little thing, that ball and that chain must be ten thousand pounds
Must be dragging you down by now
So fly away, fly away like you've always wanted
test my burner on a horse
Homicidal, I used the vital when I step to suck-a-cidal
It all balls down to my recital
No time to waste, fill the base, I got
gets made
Coleratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers
Hangers-on and fancy flingers
To the dress ball
Mushrooms and bowling pins
Stove pipe
instead
Another sunset passes us by
We used to sit on our arses
And stare into the sky
If either one of us could drive
We could drive away
buckwild
Two cops pull up wearing a cemetery smile
Before questioning the oreo's makin a scene
Got a brother's balls split searchin my jeans
Only to find
And the young ones passin' by'd say, "how's about you - real hard man"
Deep down inside I was just a castle of sand
Still had that picture of you locked away
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