Lyrics:
McMahon, (nice!), Shout to the building, they show me love, they be like "Watch out Lupe comin' through!"
(Damon, Cookie), The Nasty Boys, shout
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
There's an old saying that you're
The dumbest in your youth
Whoever said that must have met Charlie Puth
But he can't be that dumb
'cause he's
[Hook]
Lawrence, William Lawrence, that's my name
Remember me as the next one who gon blow, everything up, everything up
Wunity, Yasuke, Sup' Saiyan
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
thang
She a pretty lil thang pretty lil thang
Pretty lil thang
I see you lookin at my bubbles
Boy i think you lookin for some trouble
Trouble is my
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go
fearing, halfway hoping
That blackguard boy with handsome muscle
Disturb your sleep with tiny tussle
And earn by stealing
Mrs William gone again
But
My hands be settled on it... That feeling flow through my body .. it's heat... I gotta a bottle of something next to me probably...
cin't no
did shake
And on my grave the words will say
"I believed you, William Blake"
We scraped by in the shadows
Sown with pity and with scorn
The great
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
A letter from my man young boy William Blake
Read by reverend John Trusler
He ordered Blake to illustrate paint pictures
Little did he know Blake was
Bill is Sweet William now (Ah, play it boys)
Ahhhhhhh, well
Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore, (No, he don't)
He's doin' the dishes, and moppin' up
bastard go and ask Shelly
I get gash by the hour gash by the ferry
Just cause you seen my face on the telly
I be titty sucking n fucking n cocking a legging
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
it out
We saying, oh wee oh wee oh wee oh
You are now, now rocking with Will.I.Am and Britney b****
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
(Bring
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
WELL I CALLED FERGIE'S CELL BUT KNOW WHAT
EVERYTIME IT RINGS WILL.I.AM BE PICKING UP
I COULDNT BELIEVE I SCOOPED EVE I THOUGHT SHE'D SAY NO
SHE WAS
Life is not meant to be rushed that shit a waste
Next month I'm on the gram and see he gone my heart just breaks
Man RIP my young boy might get him
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
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