Lyrics:
of their tale
Fresh from the Marianas they had chance to see
My pretty maid marina and a fish who looked like me
Oh how I wish to see her it isn't in
Paint my nails oo man I feel so pretty
Me against the world
Aw man I guess I'm winning
2 faced bitches on my dick I'm used to sinning
Boxhead ,pew
plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's
CHORUS
(Oh, ho!!)
Once I
opportunities pass you by?
I used to be a pretty passive guy
Since before I was a goddamn mastermind (uh-uh, woo)
In that castle of mine, I came up in half
one more thing I have to say - my confession's not complete
I've made it sound as if all this has nothing to do with me
There surely is not anything
do is undress him
Oh my God, I've got a confession
I think I love the boy next door
On my mind when I'm bored
That pretty boy next door
I can't
I have an ear for music,
And I have an eye for a maid.
I like a pretty girlie,
With each pretty tune that's played.
They go together,
Like
the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) uh
(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even
the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) uh
(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even
garden grow
She said you ring my bell
And rattle my shell
I'll be your pretty maid all in a row
Put me to the test
Lay me down to rest
While your nails
Confession arms a wake
Mine, mine you were always mine
Possessed by my taste
And below the angel dog
Combs her hair and sings her psalms
The bombs go off
She
pretty maid."
cnd, "Twice good morning, sir", she said.
He gave her a wink, he held her eye.
Says he to himself, "I'll be there by and by."
Oh don't
to you, my pretty maid.”
And “Twice good morning, sir,” she said.
He tipped her the wink, and she rolled her dark eye.
Says he to himself, “I'll be there by
good
What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? I'm looking good
Crusin' on them 22's, got me sittin' pretty
You should
Moon
Where are the bones on that one
What if the cure is worse than the disease
Serve me up some pretty, pretty people
Serve me up somebody I can
minutes
I swear that this shit onna flo
Nigga insurance just went up
And i ain't the women you claim to do right by you so
Whenever you thinking bout
confuse or lose you
By misunderstanding the situation
But I don't think I can keep it in or keep it from you
I just can't spit out a confession
I guess I
The last one I told y'all about mhen she was lying
A while ago I got no for every girl I went for
Now pretty supermodels fall in my possession
Sometimes I'm
with whom she has shared
Verse 4
The scandal burns red hot
Father Flynn has been caught
His crying confession leaves the followers touched
Months go
boogie woogie?
That’s for kids
No one wants to dance with an old maid
You crazy! How you can be old maid
When I still so young?
Japanese say
with my homies
They said they don't know me
Chilling on my lonely
Surrounded by these fonies
It got me feeling lonely
Need to be more nonchalant cuz
I
Too ray al, fal the diddle dah,
Die re fal, the diddle darry oh
And who are you me pretty fair maid
And who are you me honey
She answered me quite
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He
confession
I mean I might press the button
Just so you know my discretion
I'm guardin' my feelings
I know that you feel it
You sabotage my community, makin'
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