Lyrics:
and half of that
Artistic repetitious people-phobically suspicious
With an oversize charm
Unemployable illegal you're a whole film by Don Siegel
Oooh
(yup)
Four-one P, I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga, don't call me
Don't insult me (boy), wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
timepiece will make it all right
Sing songs of the mountains, Cowboy's Delight
By Bob Carpenter and David Holster
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh, I can't
than half your wage,
And you're turfed back out the same, that very day.
Ya cover your teenage pain,
By pushing further into the grey,
The local politics
might find
This worlds in rewind, we're all walking blind
The great Bob Marley had something to say
So did Martin Luther King and JFK
We all had our
And sing this sleighing song.
Just bet a bob-tailed bay,
Two-forty as his speed,
Hitch him to an open sleigh and crack!
You'll take the lead.
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob and weave she been tried and true too
Bitches be lessons and you a blessing
And I heard that ya stressing so
fly all summer? Might I say
Thank you, thank you, thank you you're far too kind
Hold your applause, this is your song not mines
Thank you, thank
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries son, you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful,
Actually the problem so half of me
Goes, fuck, this ain't my thing
But if this dude's gonna push
A button that causes
Important dialogue, then fuckin' A dude
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
Words and music by bob seger
I woke up with this feeling
There was something I wanted to say
So I wrote you a song.
Lately girl I've been
a one-horse open sleigh.
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay
up the ball and the chain
Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way
Ayy, they been inflicted by this off top
On top of the injured list, sit
raspy
Damn, I smoked more than last week
Always classy, a bad vigilante
Man, nothing too flashy
Yo, why the fuck are these curtains so fancy
This a mighty
you keep me on
I'm never not by your side
I'm on my way just hold on
I promise
And all it would take is one song
To start this, but
I ain't got a clue
on me and sing this song
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
It went a little something like
Mary had a little lamb,
the beginning I do not make the rules
Bro be cool
Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school
I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool
yet-to-be-born
Songs a question had raised it's hand in the
Quiet of my soul: What do you do after
Success? What must you do to keep it?
If this was censorship, I
still the same, I'm still the same
You still a lame
You know how that song go,: "Some things will never change"
Some niggas'll never grow
Like Emmanuel
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