Lyrics:
Put my faith in the wrong place
Drunken hearts of golden boys
Government by my piano bench
Sings my sullen worn out voice
'Cause I'm still
you?)
Funny how I dreamed you'd still be standing by
I had you at my beck and call
I called you any time at all
I guess I took too much for granted
York, LA, and everybody inside
DM Kanye, Matt Healy, or Haim
and if you’re at Clandestino by the end of the night,
You’ll know, you’ll know, you’ll know
Irmão, pila esse beck
ouve esse som, te deixa leve
hoje a missão é entrar no game
sem uma conclusão
só a caneta na mão
e a rima no pente.
[VXII]
Hay
Heavy Bank
1019
Villa get that paper girl I get that paper girl
Mike Beck
Villa Nova let's go
I don't know what y'all been told
Villa No get that
my keyboard
I'm just messing around
Messing around for a long time
Just, uh, waiting
Time to go by
Sittin' around here and watching TV
Nothing's
ride like Beck
Boutta give me that neck
Off these drugs... Got me dead
Wanna suck me off? I said baby go ahead
Wanna chat me up? How bout instead
Tongue
the way you talked
Or the mystery
Of if are you a girl or a guy
We're gonna be late for Beck
If we keep standing here
Smoking Marlboro cigarettes
This is
hope to one day
Pretty promises to teach the tender child
To welcome madness every Monday
Beck and call
It didn't seem to matter at all
Beck and call
You
and the epilogue
I'm surrounded by family where
I belong and I'm
Singing the words of this fucking song
(wooo) y'all bitches cannot fuck with
Anything that we do
was my space
But it was not mine
I notice it now
The empty wind blow in now
The empty wind blow in now
The wall was broken by my fist
It blow though
remains of
my daily life now
DOO WEE･･･
Here was my space
But it was not mine
I notice it now
The empty wind blow in now
The wall was broken by my fist
It
proactive
I ain’t got time for no rest when
Arrests made daily by those meant
To serve and protect based on profiling
Up in your local projects
But still they
Sucky little haters being hunted by the unseen
Caspr the ghost rapper, dressing like scream
Ghost face out here swinging like a slasher
What's your
and always to live again,
Paved way out from this daily hell.
These lines my epilogue,
Feel free one day to let them burn.
This is my last will, what
a gram and breaking it back of birdie
Now a girl with a back like a becks free kick
So I hit that nice and curvy
With my shades on low in the rave
got it at that store
Get it at the 99 cent store, nigga
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, yo, we on the steps with a six pack of Beck's
Four dutches, Osh Kosh
the glyph within the fourfold Deep
Epilogue
Thus slept I brought malady from the skies to disguise
There was a secret door opening the Inside within
les filoche, je veux ma brioche
Faire du biff c'est mon seul épilogue
Serrer des MILF's à la Kylie Minogue
T'es mignonne, roule avec moi
On est de
a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for
Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' f-are-e
cheek
But be at your beck and call
Simmer down, let's take it by the week
And keep it going 'till we drawl
Simmer down, back to back baby
I cannot stop
Swiss pull up nel luogo
Entro con 5 cani nel club
Lo faccio non per gioco
Procedo step by step
Strep by Strep
Beck's e cash
Sali sul rover sali nel
Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head
Aight, aight, get the big shit
No bullshit, it's time
tu ne yah pas moh mboutman, gère le couloir.
Périka i fit mach u hein, j'ai le pouvoir.
All my enemy's, go confirmé.
If u di yah bat, i beck, go njong
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