Lyrics:
take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline
Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours
But fast forward, let's get
can talk, ya can talk,
ya can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker,
ya can talk all ya want but is different than it was.
Charlie
No it
the President?"
And he said that, "It was Charlie Guiteau that shot Mr. Garfield"
And I said, "Charlie Guiteau done shot down a good man, good man
Charlie Guiteau
brother could do no wrong and I became
The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and
I soon figured out that red and black don't mix.
The beatings I
might sound crazy
But hey you look a little crazy too
So why don't you let me love you
Charlie baby I've been thinking about you lately
I'm not afraid
got a bag of sniffers
Wanna do the no no
Yeah back to the bus
It's the end of the night
Get back to the bus
And get out of my life
'Cause I got
You better watch what you say!
From these INDUSTRY fucks,
To these faggot ass punks,
You don't know what it takes to get this motherfuckin` drunk
I'm
know I how to perform.
I work like a drug addict looking for His drugs
If you Charlie I’m ya golden ticket Playboy
But if not I’ll do it myself
I just
Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie Mack in the back, O-wiz
an my dog will just sit on a log
By the edge of the old fishing hole
I'm thinking ‘bout my mama and Charlie
Wish it would last forever
In my last dying
Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie
brother could do no wrong and I became The
Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that
red and black don't mix. The beatings I
woke up this morning
Feeling alive
Oh that's a blessing (Yes it is)
I woke up this morning
The line by my side
No reason for stressing (Stressing
, don't hold it, lovin' that potent
I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'
These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'
Out them little
[Chorus]
Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco
Go Charlie, Charlie go
Charlie. Go Busta, Busta
Go Busta. You know we got style
When it comes to shout
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Yeah, shout out Charlie always
Let's get them fam listen, I mean
Let's get 'em Dave look
to be you and I knew at the dawning
Our love would last more than a day
And every single little word is true
I still love you
Do believe it
Do
woah my eyes well up
I force myself to get up and take it on the chin
My mate Charlie, Charlie's under pressure
Three little children inside his
cute little dress that I like (i like)
Now don't lose focus on what I'm 'bout to show you tonight.
[Chorus]
I can do magic
One snap of you
My my, it's perfectly clear
By a wave, I know you're near
Come on, Charlie, let me go to sleep
Come on, Charlie, let me find some peace
Oh no
Why try
on the race and you ain’t wit me
You looking at a killa,I don't even use a mask to do it, spit with no permission I don't even gotta ask to do it/ actually
for diamonds
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my
Verse 1
He’s a little bitty man
With a little bitty plan
He’s a little bitty badass mother fucker who will hang you from the drapes because he can
He
fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie Mack in the back, [Name] on the dancefloor
Now it's
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