Lyrics:
and goblins
A brand new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,
One, two, three, four five, hunt
everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is
a brand new pair of brogues
Rattling o'er the bogs
And frightening all the dogs upon
The rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four
Five: Hunt the hare
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
out here tryna win, we out here tryna succeed
No matter what obstacles hold us back, but
Believe, we gon get it by any means necessary, you hear me
Ugh
to break the bank. you can call me Johnny Cash
Like a Goonie with the treasure, but you Oscar with the trash
Oooh!
What it is, what it do, what it could be
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
of reason
Now fast forward to couple years later
Where the story takes another turn
I got sucked in by a poor little gal
With a hard luck story of her own
It
coming baby we are so brand new
back to top
kissing bedrock
you've been kissing bedrock i can tell
by the way you carry round the world
on your
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
to your own life
I do that too when I listen to music
That's why I'm doing this for you
And a little bit for me
That's why I'm doing this for you
That's why
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
was a bad actor no Oscar
I ain’t got beef with anybody no big mac no whoopers
Got some stuff to get off my chest so please don’t interrupt me
Yes I’m
a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins
c brand
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
the Tre Pounds
Made em' run, it was funny, he was scared of the gun sound
Made em' shit, he a bitch
By the car, he was ducked down
I ain't got no time
and he said his name was Bernie
I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net
Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down,
and he said his name was Bernie
I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net
Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down,
(yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not Milly Rock
Funny
We running my phone keeps buzzing
They want us to stop but we ain't stopping (No way)
Ye I'm covered by grace but step out of place
You can end up in
I be blackin' out on beats
Even niggas started callin' me a racist
Like Aunt Jemima
I need an Oscar, they admire my wiener
They blowin' me like
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
I know some off brand weenies Oscar Myer
Got lil homies talking shit but they can't put out the fire
They said they want the smoke but they lying
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