Lyrics:
I woke up this morning with a smile on my face,
I got dressed, made my bed, and then I picked up the place;
I did what you told me, I didn't whine
a formula I use.
Watch the waves cut me in two.
Been kicking sand into our faces again.
Soon I'll be opening the wounds.
I'll be singing out of tune.
No
art of war deaded your area
My mugshot praised in jail cells and drug spots
My razor touched faces and cut rocks
Corrupt cop cases had me on semi
dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick
I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it
All that you ain't got no ice cream shit son, I
Your mouth is my apartment in the evening
Back down to the work again
It's no place for a living man
I ride around on the ice cream bicycle
Oh Jesse I'd like to be
One of those men up on the screen
With an elegant lady and a cafe in Paris
Serving pernod and kahlua with cream
You can
Goat's head in the deli case
Oh sweet angel-angel-bearded face
Paper mache parade on at night
That's what you do with no sunlight
In
weathered face and old man veins|A boyish grin that should no trace of any pain |Made us laugh and made us cry |As the sun exploded through an iridescent
a crowded basement
Sitting adjacent 'caine vapors raining, carbon faces
Decrepit humans, sit in ruins, suicides are amazing
Flagrant patients, inhaling icy
gyuunyuu wo ire yowabi no chuubi de atatame
Sore ni sakki no paste wo irete tokase subayaku tokase
Cream jou ni nattara utsuwa ni irete reizouko de
Boosie Bad Azz
and I'll zoom right by you
760 partna Crispy Cream on the tires
smoke that fire
purple cush by the pound
ask my dog Webbie
this is how it
train.
The rich girl could not face her dream.
He's bitter coffee, she's sweet cream.
She pulls on her shirt, outside it rains.
And later in the rambling
catch a
Buck-fifty in your face 5714 Farragut
Don't ever come around here on
No motherfucking faggot shit
Beat you in the face with the ratchet, kid
Leave
An ice cream cone
Engineered to explode like an ISIS drone
Hit you random like a rambo knife
Commando type, camo stripe
Supervillain strike like Alpha
the suckers orbit his dick
Embrace him in clubs, fake smilin' faces and hugs
Fabricated love all because he's makin' a buzz
The snakes who hate, went outside
After-Effects ohne Animationsfilm-Templates
Roll' mit der Bande, wir kommen zusammen wie du
Wenn du Cumshot abkriegst ins Crack-Face
Fünfzehn Jahre Vorspiel,
I won't say it to your face
So I'll write a song about it
I won't say it to your face
So I'll write a song about it
I love you like
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
And I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys,
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
And I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw boys,
I ain't got no friends, I got brothers, I ain't leavin'
Ay, focus on the cream, if it ain't cash, it ain't competing
Ay, I like nice cars, yeah I
child
Nigga, diamond in the dirt
With all these DT's in they face
And all the LV's on my shirt
Money long like Yao Ming
That's the chain, that ain't no
gods law you best watch for karma
Now I'm a bomb ya
Running your traps like tacks
You think you floating on the cream
You and your rat pack
While
I'm forced to stoop down
To your mentality
Battle rap was an excuse phrase
You 'bout to lose face
The whole sing sing thing
Was a loose case
Sing sing's
wears, shortys slice ya' face for
They get tha knock off's, you get the real Louis
That's one of the benefits of gettin' close to me
Down for three
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