Lyrics:
get along with T Jones, so he rolled jack
I was on Prozac before I was 12
Spent my senior year in high school, sittin' in jail
To no avail, I was
Engines from Russia
seabirding here below When rocks outsea froth
I'll know Hawaii
cracked up & scramble
up my doublelegged cliff
to the silt
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
uh
We could never forget what the streets taught us
Love my Harlem streets, rest in peace Porter (Jones)
We could never forget what the streets
the same anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
Your love and your heart
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same
you don't
have an accent." [Jack Scagnetti:] "Nah, I don't wanna talk like those assholes." [Dwight McClusky:] "Well, my, my mother was from Texas."
weight by drinking water and eating ice
How to keep the man you love and how to make love to the one you're with
She soaks it all up in the bath
She's
from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction
of dawn'
He went from, 'Hollis to Hollywood' in fact
Owned the Dow Jones and stacked the NASDAQ
Conference call with his broker, 'What's the yield
doesn't ever worry about things that she ain't got
Jack bought himself a brand-new car
A sporty MG with four on the floor
Jack worships Janey from
on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat
Coming up in the streets of the P
I learned early on it ain't no love for a broke nigga
So, you better be a go getter
Told to a nigga by a gold
glistenin, listenin to +Break of Dawn+
He went from.. +Hollis to Hollywood+ in fact
Owned the Dow Jones and stacked the NASDAQ
Conference call with his broker,
hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with democratic fellas named Mac
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo choo, choo
your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck
as a legend
Jack-a
Jack-a
If you never touch a racket once again
You will still love by millions of children
Who will tell their friends?
How they take you
(hey hey)
Your lips kiss Jack on fire
And when you fall in love with me
We can dig a hole by the willow tree
Then I will fuck you till you die
from the poor
I'll steal from them both
That way I'll get more
Sleep with many whores then see them no more
Oh my Lord I can't wait until tour
I'll march
Alfred Hitchcock's
The Trouble With harry, The Apartment
(with Jack Lemon) , Irma la Douce
Sweet Charity, Terms of Endearment
And Postcards from the Edge
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
from Philly, I love you boo
Don't just stand there, get into it (let your body go with the flow)
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it (you know you
envy,
This is why we wear our uniform!
Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome!
Hatred, dreaded in this house!
Ready to fight hatred with love? Join
My life's been an exotic symbolic tragicomic love sonnet
Before the catatonic and necrotic bombs hit
I went from being stoic, iconic, and ironic
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
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