Lyrics:
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
women down there too
But that's for rope soap romeo
That bum ain't got a clue
Just for viewin' pleasure
Head down by the pier
Think of all
and even sodomized
She didn't know - all of this was a surprise
So now she's scarred for life, nothin can change that
Being treated like some dog by some
watch it in my boxers
Wash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfast
Guess it's time to bum with the triumvirate
Love that shit, crushin'
on
And they keep callin' me a bum
And everybody knows but me
You should be gone
And the cards and the stars all say
You should be gone
And by the time I
hell if it doesn't work out
Well, that's just the way it goes
Got a job making Margaritas
In a little bar by the pier
Till he finally made some
My heart is the bums on the street
With nothing to eat and their dirty hands cupped up
My heart is the squirrels in the park
Late Sunday evening
If you’re feeling out of place
maybe I should leave?
by the look on your face
baby i can see
theres nothing i can do
its all a big mistake
angel
And her pride is a higher horse
Than some bum of a man upon a steed
The handle's rough,
She works it smooth
Hardened by the pace
The handds get though
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
It's not easy for a heart that's stuck in limbo
But it's okay 'cause you're a bum and I'm a bimbo
I am not the one you're
work, no calls, no text
Someones about to by my next ex next ex
And I've been sitting here watching reruns even
Betty Whites lookin at me like a bum
promise I will be there on time.
We'll be guilded by my new friends the butterflys,
Bring us back to our own little hive.
Oh, my darling honey bee,
Say you love me one more time
Say you need me to get by
Say you love me and I'll be just fine
[Repeat: x3]
I'll be just fine
Oh yeah, I'll
thinking
Your first breath in and the clock starts ticking
I'm not trying to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic, just thinking out loud
I'm just
surely go
This pillar of sleep orbited
By thousands of delicate thoughts that will surely go
These satellites fleeced at the door
Comprised of the reason
was you
I ain't sayin' I'm a knowitall
But something sure should have tipped you off
When he said, "Hey baby can I bum a couple bucks for gas,"
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
said his rewritten vows that I could hardly pronounce
But was soon drowned out by that organ and the shout of
Ban marriage
Ban marriage
Ban
Sometimes the news bums me out
It doesn't get me off the couch where I belong
I guess as world problems never seem to rest
Am I afraid? God, yes,
the project slums (what is rap?)
It was the drums, straight cultural
Like the piercing of the tongue (what is rap?)
What is rap nigga? I'm a bum
What is
a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Dance bum rush the speaker
Where we at? Right by Libra? Churches? Okay!
I used to walk 'round
That corner right on Flintwood
Pack your bag shorty with a
100 pounds of good
I
Dobra nie ma bum bang sratatata
Szatan opanował znów ten lunapark
Trzeba tłumacza wam tu
Próg wyłamanych zamków
Nie daje odetchnąć miastu
Powiedz co
don't force it (force)
Millis get you on the Forbes list (couple bags)
Got my people by side
So we shine like we flawless, uh
I can never be a tourist
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