Lyrics:
on amphetamines
I say
I say
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
was the masterplan (Masterplan)
No cap, I need bands by my side in a master bed (My bed)
I was almost down bad going through the rough times
But I got
Sweetest angel came down
Took me by the hand
Said I've got things to offer you
Help you understand
If the bombs don't get you
I'll roll with you
Got a brother named Frankie, Frankie ain't no good
Well, ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down
I'd get a call on a short way
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
How do you do young willie mcbride,
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun,
I've been
right now but man it's still you never know
Young Eli yeah
As sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band.
Her eyes
in my hand, I control her
As a young nigga I really was soldier
I told 'em all I'd be the shit when I'm older (I did)
I be gettin' them bands
The young man said: "My pretty maid, how can you answer so?
See down in yonder valley where my crops do gently grow
Down in yonder valley I have horses, men
pockets tryna drink from my Faucet
Young nigga done spent a few thousand on his feet
Finna put the forgiato's on the mf jeep
Roll down the block like
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers
Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers
Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose
Because I ran all that up with my niggas
Stay the same 'till the day
We make six figures
Daydreaming 'bout the bands
I had to go and get my bands up
Haters
her good ain't last round
When I make money I measure by pounds (BANDS)
Momma told me eat my greens
(Wha)
Fell in love wit green
(Ou)
Rock off white
nigga, yeah, strap time, nigga
Put down , bet a rubber band
Crap time, nigga, in my lap a nine, nigga
Forty-five in the console
Show 'em how
nigga, yeah, strap time, nigga
Put down , bet a rubber band
Crap time, nigga, in my lap a nine, nigga
Forty-five in the console
Show 'em how
Uh, uh
Ooh, I got a band or two
Baby, tell me, what's the move?
Diamonds wet, come take a cruise
They ain't walkin' in my shoes
Trying, they
Well how do you do, young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun
I've been
I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions bake pies we brick oven
Taught game home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, Ansars
down gang I don't
Shoot from a distance
I give an order my young niggas listen
And they shoot good like the '04 Pistons
Locking niggas up that's the
Same
free to the party
Bands on top of bands this ain't rubber bands this ain't rock and roll
When we flying out to France it ain't for romance we fuck on sum
lemme sit on my throne
Give a fuck bout u niggas and my bands getting bigger got all by myself got it all on my own
I walk in the place bitches all in my
the bars are closed and all is said and done
So I'm having fun while I'm young
I got my shots and looked down the bar
Suddenly, there you are
No one by
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