Lyrics:
the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be lookin' weaker now, her
the way she smiles
Jenny she was holy
Even went to Knock
Johnny didn't pray at all, but he could talk the talk
Told her he saw statues move
Got a picture
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, babe
And it keeps it way out of sight
When that
bells ringing, ringing
Yeah, they're ringing
Well Jenny slipped something in his Tennessee whiskey
No law man was ever gonna find
And how he died is
to make a call
Slave to the priest
He's controlling beliefs
While we're working on the fields getting lashed by the chief
Couldn't own our land
Proprietors
He's shinin'
Ooh
Jenny was smokin' by the pool, we were writin' with Nikki Lane
I said, "I'm scared of the Santa Clarita Fires, I wish that it would
Hardships of the city,
Talk about it!
Late night posted in the hood, it's all good
Jenny had a taste for crack, she rode wood
12 road the block
"Whose son is he? Is he
Dickson or Watson?" "Umm, I thought he was Mawson, or maybe Lawson. Ah no. That's Right. He's Richardson."
Sitting with Phillip was
on a .35
Then I gotta bust or cap back home if I'm lucky lucky
Sj coulda went pro (free 'em), but instead he caught him a duppy
On these streets they
story in the making
Something that was meant to be
A heart patiently waiting for a little bit of destiny
A sweet love story is all he needs
Over
to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way thirteen: make sure their tail is clean
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One
way to go
I took him in my car, we started driving
The golden road to nowhere belonged to us
We did a classic drive in to the sunset
He whispered in my
a frog, way choppa be get him sent
and lay him over in the fog, police wonder where body went
(freestyle to it)
choppa do a nigga like he homework
ballin
Forest Gump and ran to Cartoon Network
I gotta find Bubba, shut up, he been dead
Big Shirley probably ate him and Lieutenant Dan's Legs
I need Jenny, damn
cheeks cause the moms caucasian
up on a tree house is where we chilled together
with carvings on the trunk saying friends forever
she the type who
cheeks cause the moms caucasian
up on a tree house is where we chilled together
with carvings on the trunk saying friends forever
she the type who
he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that's what Tupac gon' do
When niggas come against me, I'ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin'
stories in a song
You cannot know what's right
Til you acknowledge what is wrong
There's way too many fish up in the sea
But they will never have your
It seems my well sprung a leak tonight
When I found it I had quite a fright
It seems lowly serfs have a clever way
Of maneuvering from their plight
sad bitch (sad bitch)
Tryna tell me where my bag is (bag is)
While being locked in his attic (attic)
He's addicted to TV and his dictator (bah)
He
this one is for you
Jenny's stepfather drinks too much
Said he used to look
But now he is starting to touch
Puts his hands on her mouth
And whispers it
more
Is it even coming home anymore?
Then I see Phil Foden (Phil) on the attack
I know he's doing it for the pie and mash
Kalvin Phillips looking up
wonders why
Jenny had a vision
Rainbows danced in her eyes
In a flash it was gone
The night is burned in her eyes
You can call Jenny
With anything anytime
night a mess, she cannot sleep
Never sees her husband during day
He works so far an' he comes back late
All she needs is some of genuine Love
It would
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