Lyrics:
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
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
bummy
Condom wrap it like a mummy
Make him pump it til he cummy
Got a bonus track girl
That's the name of this song
And I don't wannna be right
If this
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Earth Songs album. It has been released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone,
I'd like to say that the Senator was sorry
It's sad when the powerful don't felt any shame
Some get attention by being mean and so rude
Me, I gonna use
It's your boy Bobby Williams (Bobby Williams) . Mazabuka boy!! (Kantu) Kantu what it do (what it do baby) bootman on the beat
Babyteti uchinje in
the phrase again, 'Y'all
haters'
Who got chips and don't gotta sip,
rollout wit' chicks, tell 'em hop in the whip
[Kelis (Pharrell Williams)] To the sunlight
Will.I.Am, maybe made a milli
Maybe I don't give a damn (True)I thought of Evident
He mispronounced it, Evidence, fast forward
Here we are, standing in
the hoochie, popping her coochie
Chill while I'm chasing millions
I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh)
Don't play with villas', vacate
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
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
favorite spot
Plus I like it there, 'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love
Its Big Waves!
Fuck shit free!
Pittsburgh!
I promise I won't know what to tell you when I'm gone
I'll be a thousand miles away, put an album out,
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props
'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice where I
Don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and
Get hugs from the misses
Pounds from my brothers
See I get stuck on loop I don't know how to make it stop
I just pray I feel relief in letting go when this album drops
My grief is legal drinking age
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
in, & trust the process
Look
Wraith Sundays the album on the way!!
Look
That shit 100 though
Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks
pettiness any inquiry
To the faithful variations are not lies
Music by Dying Fetus John Gallagher, Shane Beasley, Trey Williams
Revisionist Past from
I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and Elizabeth
steel. I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was raised in
(Codeine)
Hype Williams, Little X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
bight and strong
They carried William Deacon's body down from old Green Mountain yesterday
He was crashed by a rollin' grabble truck when he stepped out
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