Lyrics:
not there
and when you call me at home i'm not there
and when you need me the most i'm not there
surrounded by mountains, i'm scared
(i left the only
in the back of your firebird
When we drive up and down the streets
But I feel like one of the characters in Grease
Everywhere we get caught by cops
Tonight, tonight's gonna be the last time I'll try
I'll try to get by
Maybe tonight if it goes just right
I started with the bottle bottoms up
I'm
at the Chateau Lafarge
Where the Duke did that puke
Down the Duchess's de-coll-etage?
No, Baron de Thenard'
The circles I move in are humbler by far
Go
Bombs are falling death is calling Fire raining from the sky Blown to bits by a hail of lead Fall without a reason why Call upon gods of death FIGHT!
shit proper
On top of old smokey, all covered with cheese
Hon stripped and teased made me
Freeze then hit her knees
My main squeeze, cause that puddy's
Booty booty bah bah take your top off
Let it pop off mama give it to your papa
Looking at ya take a lot to not to
Everybody knows got the hoes in
up to the top to drift in the abyss
She removes the ones not moving with a sacred slotted spoon
Drops them in the ashtray and she sighs and pretty
your Polly Pocket in your lover's locket
You can't hold me down
I'm a bursting bottle rocket
If you want to know me
Start by trying to show me that
Well I saw you looking out of a window
In a cafe down by the velodrome
They spelled your name wrong on the
Birth certificate
You cried about it for
loving just come and sex me
Body built to perfection
Making that hoe my top selection
Dale sí, be pulling the morenas
We trick dawg with plenty
could hear her talkin' behind me
And as if by chance
She was tryin' to describe
A song I knew well the Leonard Cohen song
About the Chelsea Hotel
And I
it can, Filipino, black, to Cuban
And all of son of man getting
Crushed by son of Uncle Sam
Damn, huh days go on and on
Dreams evaporating like
Zonee
Under the Ocean
Seeding the clouds you'll be with me
Forgive me, there is no need to shout it
From the top of the mountain
Or down in the well
I'll
I've met a lot of MCs
Who are jokers and pranksters
(Yes, but you are the Hip Hop Gangster)
To switch around the answer
Bring it right to the top
Sir
I'm gonna reclaim all of this
Take it back with both my fists
Too many years passed by while I was stuck in limbo
It felt so stagnant living life in
the stairwell
Then I found God in a jail cell
Yankee hat to kufi on top
Still dealing with these goofy-ass cops
'cuz I like Islam they think I build bombs
I
through
Nestled by the free green pea soup special
One for the mutts that walk three feet in front of their gut
Sipping mush out of of cups
And still
Let me read those things for which I am thankful
My father, my mother, my family essential
The fact that there's water on top of this planet
currency views
Kind of murder don't mind if I do
My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your will
shit
If we ain't on the same page by now, it's never happening
Decoding all these messages is only for the passengers
Coded for the massacre when it
I found the keys in the basket by the front door
That ain't a hiding spot pops, that's a bad choice
What you think, I would've walked right passed
And God willing, they can all make a killing
I'm on top of this dropping this sipping a sequel
Stun guns and tear gas people
When police line up pulling
enormously, Sir!
First words don't go in the top drawer
Scofflaws, taxidermied fasion fox paws
And rock watch dogs, from live at the cat climber
Where I
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