Lyrics:
wit' the
Cheese and I'mma let
(omelet) the tre (tray) go
I push the button down on the toaster
He brain pop out like an Eggo
I ain't ya Migo nigga
I'll
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
and no one's there
Build a house then build a home
Do it daily
Build a Rome
Swing strings, the universe
Voodoo blessings say we're cursed
Nurtured by
Stand up dolla plaza
Yeah
The revolution will be televised
Black men don’t tell no lies
I love big mac with cheese
Salty value fries
Black eye peas
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
of incident
The black latex, D's can't get the print
The flyin' spur so fly, I had to get the bent
Got initials on the door scrap, initials on the floor mat
on the pedal when I press it
You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
None of these girls got strings attached
I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
Cuz you faking the funk
Me and LC like two v's
Side by side when we connect that's a dub with ease
Pulling strings like it's puppetry
While I'm sipping
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
by the backyard swing
he's got that girl on a string
Girl on a string, just a little play toy
Girl on a string, for a little bad boy
Girl
I helped a woman walking by one day
Wearing a face that read hope
I said I can't wait 'til things get easier
More like before
She said I hope you
of incident
The black latex, D's can't get the print
The flyin' spur so fly, I had to get the bent
Got initials on the door scrap, initials on the floor mat
out by the pound
I asked the lord for mercy
And it’s weighing me down
I never dream the images have ceased
I’m still burdened from feelings of false
to avoid
Letting the incident slide as soon
As they see her face
And feel lucky to have even been touched
By a flake of her grace
Hangovers are less
the females from losing interest.
And Miss Save The Universe,
You're a damsel in distress,
Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
Generalize my
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
her fall through and bring a buddy now too
Gotta know that you down for that fuck strings shit
But we can cuddle hurry fore they get a clue
Or will you
to lean over steepled fingers
And convince me to pay him for his teas and tinctures
The string cheese dinner kid speak Cheech wizard
For the gone like
pick it over time
I know niggas that still doing fraud wait
No father figures now y'all hear them pops in broad day
Coincidence
Turn to messy incidents
the cheese to yuh gang and dem follow me
Can neva line me
Only barber dweet
You haffi criticize me
Fi the people seet
But mi nuh respond cause mi neva 3
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
Lay it down for tha mista twista bottle caps
Stick em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty chitty bang bang nuthin but cheese mane
Nitty gritty
my wits intact
In these bits with tracks
In these bits posers
Cheese got em on a string with no latch
One yout said he got a new A1
Don't know if it's
frame, books and shelves, not afraid by myself
Metal strings, glowing tubes, Bessie Smith sings the blues
Key and lock, dirty clothes, misunderstood poets
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