Lyrics:
Ireland needs a vision, an aisling
To move on from bacon and cabbage
Potatoes, leprechauns and jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys!
My Ireland is checking itself
After
Stuffing a brown paper bag under that couch to set the alley on fire and walked away so nonchalant
5 minutes later we heard the sirens
Mr. sandman bring me
much for you
They call me Mr Freak Nasty
I want you in my passenger
So we could mash it up
So is you riding what's up
We'll be getting Freaky in
ate a kiss
Tell me tell you a story about a girl in eighth grade
Thought she rocking with your young man's fade
But she said all brown boys are nerds
tip waiters
Mr brown was gunned down but
He savored the flavor
Mr blue was a con so his humor was minimal
Mr orange was the sort who
Never consorted
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
us
with you by my side on this long journey long ride
where the sun shines till eternity (an eternity)
baby I'm for real Mr. Capone-E (Mr. Capone-E)
us
with you by my side on this long journey long ride
where the sun shines till eternity (an eternity)
baby I'm for real Mr. Capone-E (Mr. Capone-E)
man what are you talkin about
That girl looks good
Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said
Okay, okay, alright you show me how
man what are you talkin about
That girl looks good
Man look, you just, you buggin man, you know what you said
Okay, okay, alright you show me how
go back
Just let me go by myself
Mr. Brown has already been busted for two minutes
Bottle service, out till three
Little bro talking, you don't know
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Ever-ever, Mr. West is in the building
Ain't no question who about
you some brown
Use the s for ps n i'll beat them shits down
I could show you how to get a bigger pot
Any of you could get it like chicken pox
I never
The condoms, that ass
Verse one: mr. cheeks
Now now now
Met this girl, just the other day
When I was up, on rockaway
She was in kennedy fried (word em up)
about five o'clock this mornin' (twelve)
Tellin' me I'm coppin' contraband from informants (go)
"Channel 2, Fox 5 (Fox 5), you's America's most wanted"
you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look!
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Mr. Magic Man
Can I be there
To hold your hand
When the world
Forgets about you
I've seen it in your big brown eyes
That I'll be by your side until
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
Shout out my name, you bitch
[Verse 1]
Oh, yeah, who want to rip with Styles?
The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown
We've got, plenty
of me
When I rap you better believe I do it perfectly
Reporting live here's the news, fuck yourself I'm Mr. Burgundy
Welcome to Shitty City, no one who's
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