Lyrics:
Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the U-S-S-R'
Yeah she's goin'
don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill
neut oopkraak
En sy sê, how about a light and I’ll play you a tune
Ietsie van die Beatles wat jou siel sal roer
Dalk ‘n bietjie Stevens op sy
Everybody wants me
I can't hold this feeling
Anymore
I feel like there's
Someone around
Always searching something
Pre-chorus:
Like The Beatles I
called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan
(I'd like to do a song now that was recoded by a pretty pearly country group known as The Beatles I know you heard them many times from the Grand Ole
do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin' the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin' vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent
Load up the keyboard, 105 tempo
Most heated battles, I've blasted MCs
Some said that the bullets flew by like angry bees
Wu entered on the level where
tomorrow brings,
Who knows,
I'm getting out of love.
CHORUS
My Shangri-la has gone away,
Faded like the Beatles on Hey Jude
She seemed to drift out
down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay
down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
Lived a short haired butcher's boy
By the way of Ostergrad it comes in
Sentences poolararrowic Airport her father
Was in a long story cut short in
bag)
I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I'm tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck
She's a boxcar rollin' by
Like a black star in the sky
She's a failure once or twice
Like a trailer spinnin' out upon dizzy ice
Flowers fly
the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break a b**** hard, no future miss Cleo
Snap back, automatic reload
Flyer than a f***ing Beatle, you can't beat 'em
land with the Beatles
See the road blocks up and my autograph sucks but the leech is unbelievable
Got the round, but the bucks not wanna get bucked
as black Beatles
Black people, open Hebrews
Let it speak to the saviour inside
You'll see why the world needs you, cathedral
Black bodies fallen in
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
the regal, squattin' with the eagle
Eating chili Fritos, listening to the Beatles
I was listening to the Beatles, "Don't let me down"
It's a cold, cruel
Listen to the Beatles and the sound of laughing Ed McMahon, we got high
Educated by a world so full of self and lost in space, too much pride
(I'd like to do a song now that was recoded by a pretty pearly country group known as The Beatles I know you heard them many times from the Grand Ole
the days)
We learned all the songs the Beatles sang
We even tried Purple Haze
We forgot to eat, we forgot to sleep
Searching for the perfect rhyme
So
he only got an eight now, now
I feel that I'm paused by all the pills
I see no wrong, yeah
On a foggy day
Revolving doors in London to a foggy
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