Lyrics:
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
a damn about our needs
Sow the seed in the ground below
Fall to your knees and pray real slow
That rain will come and kiss the seed
And Bless you
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
take that back
But I can say today I'm makin' a change
I'mma leave the drama in my past
So if you tryin' to bring me down
Don't you ever come around
put am for repeat
cos the haters gon hate
potatoes potate
another young man wey dey move by faith.
Sometimes i no go lie i no know
how Godey bless me
me
Well, for the sake of Auld
Lang Syne that reminds me, ringo
Yes last year
You was here
We was here round the same
Old mic same old studio
Same old
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
a damn about our needs
Sow the seed in the ground below
Fall to your knees and pray real slow
That rain will come and kiss the seed
And bless you
Sayonara butterfly
You bring a teardrop to my eye
Everytime you flutter your two blue wings and float up high
The world could pass me by
Spread your
might bring back gold Alisas
Got right my racks got big rack
Divide amongst killers like kit kats
You turn off the lights you won't see black
Or I'm
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
don't you see the curb?)
(Oops, did I do that? Yes, you did, what?)
I guess I gotta call Triple A
Triple A, under fifty miles, so I ain't gotta pay
the ribs
She want my nuts she swallow my kids
I bust down a chicken wing just cause I can
Bitch I'm the grinch and you is a who
My song make em jump right
going back to the studio
I think that is where I belong
I be there long, for a long time
I could never whine tho
But it is easy to sit back and criticize
re mi
She give me what I need
You can get what you need
You don't really need me
You got all that you need
To get all that you dream
So dream a bigger
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
You're like the bright blue sky
Open up the heavens, let me see your starts tonight
You make me go the distance
You make me wanna spread my wings, you know
bring it back to Respond/React to this
Hey yo, I'm just a lyricist, a chemist of the hemp
The beat pimp, the ill Philly resident
That's far from
red, white and blue, that's the pride that we wear
In spite of the flaws, we'll stand together
Strong and proud, we'll rise back to our glory
Raised by
on the beat leave it messy don't clean it
Blue hunninds on me but I swear that I'm bleeding
Lil mama just got her some nails and a frontal she ready you know
wings on just right
Just to fly me over the cukoo's nest
Chains the pain brings things that drive me ape-dick
We just lose our minds
Like a beast by
a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
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