Lyrics:
there we have a plant that grows out in the woods
And in the fields looks somethin' like a turnip green
And everybody calls it polk salad, polk salad
Everybody gather round the shows about to start
We've gathered all your friends and enemies
There's a madman at the door
And he swears you ordered
to remember it, slow
Was I really part of it? No!
Forgive and not be crucified by you
Everybody knows when it's on, here we go!
Laugh all you want but it's
a house on a hill
and a pond in the field
surrounded by* a mess of corn rows
makes a livin from his labor
a credit to the maker
he's somebody everybody
got you now nigga knowin' you down
Niggaz is foul, this is trauma king, by any means baow
They pushed his face in, fell out his Saconies
Snatched his
everybody sees what they wanna see
It's easier to judge me than to believe
奥の方にある想い
たまに苦しめてくるなぁ
そう もっと I'ma shine, baby
You know they ain't got a shot
the last few days have kicked my ass
So lets give 'em hell
Wish everybody well, here's to us, here's to us
Stuck it out this far together
Put our
(woo)
That money turned me to a slave (slave)
I bought some chains and a brand new whip (uh)
Everybody on my drip now (drip)
This a stick up, get down
She's so bad, if she's so bad, tell that bitch to come thru
Come thru when I come thru when I come thru when I come thru
Strapped up everybody, strapped
Don't come into my funeral cryin' over my dead body
And I ain't gon' pick you out, I'm talking 'bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed
Everybody get up!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
C'mon let's go! Yeah
It's beautiful, c'mon, keep marchin'
Everybody say hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey!)
Now if you got toast, you keep
said them niggas that's around you, they ain't never gonna be right
'Cause everybody wanna be right
Instead of focusing on their own, dough (oh, oh,
lost sheep
Call him Bo Peep
Hold up!
Give me the mic
Better believe Imma go hard
Scaring everybody with that lyrical miracle
Biblical theology
from the wild side, a militant was made by the foremost elite
It sound good, brung my rifle shit, clean
Met the others, lit a blunt, begin
I'm like
Everybody help me sing this song one more time, yeah
California girl, you're living by the sand and sea
And it means every little thing now, now that you
You are not your thoughts
They are just a story let them pass you by
Detach yourself from worry
Try to close your eyes
And tap into your glory
of nowhere
We tune out the work and turn up the tunes
Get lit by the light of a fireball moon
Living and chilling like we don't have a care
No there
travel the world
And the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them wanna use you
Some of them wanna get used by you
Some of them
don't force it (force)
Millis get you on the Forbes list (couple bags)
Got my people by side
So we shine like we flawless, uh
I can never be a tourist
Everybody's crooked
Everybody's fake
I got the mother's lookin'
And they're judgin' my mistakes
The grass is lookin' greener
I'm finally gettin' by
I
perfect strangers
We pass on by unaware of earth or sky
Everybody's got so much more to do
Are we living in paradise?
Where is the freedom?
Do we have
the hottest thing in town by a country mile
Yeah she can lick her lips and roll her hips,
Really make you smile
She's got everybody's number,
And she's making
.jpg/220px-Everybody_else_is_doing_it_so_why_can't_we_(album_cover).jpg "Everybody Else")
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