Lyrics:
Feel the bargain bin Charles Dickens
My dinner goes, "Grandma
What large slippers"
It doesn't count unless you eat the heart
Same goes for the trope
Alright Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen!
I peel your cap back with a cannon ball,
I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo....
Three 6
Attucks, Lafayette. Nobodies.
The nobodies ran a trea party at Boston. Betsy Ross
organized a sewing circle. Paul Revere had a horse race.
And a little
that you told
Droppin' off pints, had to go on the road
I sit down and go out to eat
Smokin' big woods on the penthouse balcony
We in the field but don't
kick to your dad but i missed
Booted the wall and i stubbed my toe
Jumped in the whip
Foot to the floor
Hit a pot hole and i fell out the door
Rolled
Slasher movie, try and shoot me
I'll take a big bite out your booty
Massive teeth, super sharp
I'll take a chunk out of your heart
I'm hangry, and I'm grim
at the centre
Your girl won't stop Staring bro I'm just a bender
Figure it out I suggest you Defend her before I go Down in her where are my Manners
It's Dilez
work then I told her get the condom out the drawer
Got Paul wall grill and a Wise P mink
Like my mommy's caramel and rose pink
Color coordinated to fit
Healing, I need mending tho
I've been feeling low
Day by day, I need to take it slow
Ugh what's good, what it do?
Your boy back and he feeling brand new
Bash your fuckin' window in
I drag you out your Pontiac
Tell your mom the zombie's back
Fucking hypochondriac
Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer
you talk down my niggas they crossing you over
Kevin Durant how i get to the bowl
Sliming you out and we wiping your nose
I need the racks and we said
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
inconvenience
We're dying before your very eyes
Our bodies doubled up in size
Swollen by our unborn children
Swallowed by our undone lungs
We're dying like so
know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine
All the young punks
Laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for
sneak back in your corner for a second plate
Fuck I look like EBT? Pussy, won't eat free off of me
Have you skinny like DC make you fly from all these
not your property
I ain't worried bout a thing you can keep the vaccine, Imma heal myself
Eat my fruits and eat my greens, You can keep the mercury,
wanna see you eat
You look happy with your love
Glad to see you on your feet, (breathe)
Hope we could link up again
cnd kick it like the old days
I let
God, defy the odds by using tactics
The word of God's my tactic, Jesus Christ the captain
Real life I ain't acting, bible in my jacket
I might just hit
after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
Just got the message you've been calling all week
Been out here hustling
modern never give an inch
Count your blessings boy, one by one
Congratulations here's a cookie, but you still ain't won!
My condolences if ain't nobody
You gave me your heart and i hurt it
Tried to fix it with diamonds and birkins
You know i'm the furthest from perfect`
Give you the world because you
Paul Carman (alto saxophone, soprano saxophone, baritone saxophone)
Albert Wing (tenor saxophone)
Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone, bass saxophone,
like you Jesus no one out there never
Ever any better no matter what the weather
Your grace abides forever like the words upon this letter
Your eyes see
pictures that paint you on edge of defeat, simply fall out of alignment, dreams a fill your soul up, preparation for shining impeccable grinding, a la cart
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