Lyrics:
Rip George Floyd
But women
Rip Breonna Taylor
Trans people
Rip Tony McDade
And Children too
RIP 7 year old Aiyana Stanley-Jones
Killed by SWAT
Yo this
and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
It was down Saint George's Road
When I saw him for the last time
They were carryin his load
Brother it was a long climb
He stopped the traffic lights
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
a lot of singing
It is albums more than songs that propel the trip along
With the future just too bloody far away
That day I walked Carnarvon Gorge
A new
go too fast, does it, for a table.
What is this? ohhh, zefrin, cl brand of ah nasal spray. you have a cold? how long have you had a cold?
About a year.
at?
Have you guys seen Danica anywhere?
No?
Okay that's too bad
Hey Erica, what do you think the Album's about?
She Doesn't Know
She Doesn't Know
That's
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
and it's another round for the old man humming
to George Jones his friends are coming
to drink their unemployment down
on Friday night, American small town
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
out of silicon
Fuck an NPC, not a citizen
Oracle, my talent
You love to go and criticize
Album made to legitimize
Your production make me snooze
Click
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
am a little dazed tonight
A little more dazed than usual my friend
And road manager George Gruel presented
Me with an album about three days ago
Called
road ridin'
It don't matter as long as she beside me
Ridin' fast and we ridin' high
We hit the gas
And we fly on by
Drank tequila at sunrise
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
kill you and he will too
We livin' like civilized people, but far from equal
I hope I live a long life and get to see my sequel
My son, my seed
Watch
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
a time like this
We've waited far too long for a song like this
(Cyrus)
Like this, like this, like this
(Cyrus and Chester)
We've waited far too long for
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