Lyrics:
pieces, but I'm
painting pictures out
Don't want no breach from these bitches
Woke up and I think big
Thank the lord we still living
Shut it down gig to gig
, wagwe wagwe Theby keep it going
Family issues family issues
Aguento isso aguento isso
My Niga don't call me no more
I've been running my gig on my
that's in the Christmas cards this year
I haven't been at this job long enough
To have enough time off
And I can't afford to lose this gig
Or not get paid
Oh yeah, tell that bitch, oh yeah
I know what you wanna know
I go where you wanna go
Holding on my damn hand
Acting unprofessional
Babe I gotta gig
Yo l'équipe... j'ai ramené un gars
Il est à moitié mort de froid
Il est presque inconscient
Go l'enrouler dans un drap
C'est l'GIG qui lui courait
And you complaining still
I'm out here making moves
And you remaining still
I hope your gig improves so you cud change for real
And stop comparing me to you
I tried to get a gig in my own hometown
but they don't know who i am
A small town legend with a chord progression
I should have started me a cover
‘Twas back in the summer of ‘89
Got me a band wrote some tunes to play
Found gigs in some real sleazy dives
But man we really got to play
Come
it
Least I can chuck the deuces to this piece of shit gig (Bye)
You know I hate this job so you know that I'm serious
Uh, now let the story begin (Now
do a lunch blunt
Quit that powder, it was fucking up all my insides
Quit my day gig cuz i got a gig serving pies
I was young, quit school cuz i wasn't
you the girl that I saw on a gig
What should I do to getting any closer
Could we just have a little conversation
I was just like a fool staring at u
ain't no Alaba gigs
My temperature been on a high since
Man dripping we fly around (wings)
Carnival like it's calabar things
Pull up on them you know
Cos
Lesbo, that's hot
Homo, fuck off
I'm a bigot, wig gut
Twig nut, pig hut
Rig cut, zig putt
Gig jut, fig rut
I'm a bigot, wig gut
Twig nut, pig hut
Rig
a poser, but at least I don't go to
Gigs just to keep my dick wet
Preying on the next girl to let you inside her
While you mansplain NOFX
Girls with guitars
den trappa, leika ekte trappetroll
Balla på se, spilla gigs, betala crewet, e har kontroll
Tråkke inn i clubben, e har friminutt
E har no kjærlighet
Bonnie, Benny, Beau, Brooks
And Kevin
We were headed on down to our gig in the Bronx
We were countin' the minutes, checkin' our clocks
It'd be our big
it, you don't bring it home"
"Look kid, the gig's a little tough so just don't bother, bro"
Because the risk that we are taking leaves us vulnerable
But
to week
Running from gig to gig
Without any kind of break
But the time runs with me
Before all this I thought it was a lot of time
But I was wrong just
and buy her wig
She giving blowjobs, I'ma pay for the gig
Yeah, I tell a bitch, like it is what it is
Don't fuel your attitude, you burning your bridge
friends, no need for them (I mean that shit)
No need, no gigs, still feed these kid (I feel my kids)
Y'all call the law and speak to pigs (Y'all speak
pouring rain
With His feet up on the dash
Right off the Chelsea bridge, Lord
Was hardly seen again
The gigs were overlong
And most of them mundane
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
good thing
I tell ya now
One good thing
Just gimme, yeah, yeah, yeah
One good gig
Just one good gig
That's all I'm gonna need
To flip all your
a medusa's wig
Strictly rockers when she makes your gig
Makes the gig, makes it big
You can feed me to the lions, I don't care
Take my weed and my money
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