Lyrics:
Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
I keep crawling back
unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
[Chorus]
I'm a desperate rado
Didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
It’s like lyrically Big and Pac
Man if they friendship was cool
Motherfucking jams we making until
The skies turn blue
My view is by Badu sitting
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid
But they weren't there
So they couldn't see
By an old neon star
One time I dreamt an unknown land
With jungle trees and the blackest sand
Had taken us as prisoners in the night, oh
Upon its shore, we could not
Happy, happy holidays
Rodolf is guiding Santa's sleigh
It's Christmas time
The stars are bright
The choir singing silent night (ooh, ooh)
She get man but she say she need better
Prettyboy me I make that thing wetter
She shake her bum-bum then I lick it like a letter
Ouu man a fire
Even though I'm high I float right by right in her lap
That bum bum fill it in her butt
You said that condom been about the bust
I play my part and chill
different too
The bum lickers are bum niggas
Never been surrounded by bum bitches
If they're bums I'm raising my gun bitches
They try to take me down but I
my night
I tell her I need you by my side
Without Mimosa my world Is empty
And every place and everywhere I go( ouu oo)
I geh thoughts of you in my
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
when your own look like strangers
We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers
If he could how would Ernie Barnes paint us?
Look at the picture,
(Three to the right, four to the left.)
Every day we’re in danger of stranger events
If I called up a ranger, would they comprehend?
(Theoretically)
her by me so that I can go and I can lay
Every night we go...
We go...
Every night I go...
On her bum I go...
...
We go...
Yeah we go...
Every night I
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
(ONE)
(Bum bada dum bada badada bum dada)
I don't really want to talk right now, I just gotta be by myself
I don't really want to talk right now,
Damn, I'm trippin', see my vision All through Lucifer, You see the drive, we on
A mission Land on Jupiter, it's the late night, you know
It gets so
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
in my bum
My mouth fuck I love the cum
All over town all these guys
I fuck with all the time
Will soon be running to be mine late at night
Sounds gay
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
a sixty-piece
(Cost a sixty-piece) huh, she sucked me up
She thought I was doin' EDD
If the head right
DameDot be there every night
If the smoke on, nigga
We gon'
drivin'
Night time ridin' through the bottom
Doin' drive-bys was urgent
Pulled down my mask, she stop at the corner
Before I could shoot, my niggas was
just climbing up
Yeah I'm just rising up
Fat blunts to the face mind expanding huh
Flying and landing huh
Different phases passing by time traveling huh
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