Lyrics:
from them wars in them dungeons
At least he got his life
That's a dub in the gutter
But the rent ain't getting paid so that's a dub for his mother
Every
supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
Your rings upon your fingers and
Your downy little sidies and
Your
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
love for Ella
Billie and Sarah, Art Blakey and Nat King Cole
The way he talked it would never get old
I was so engrossed by his excellence
I couldn't
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
a little more comfortable
And for a long time you sit at his bedside
And stroke his hair
And watch his small chest and fall
As the seconds pass
And ebb away
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
fingers in the till
Stirring up change
Here we go
Little Roger Wilco
He'll go up the hill
Just to poke Jill bro
Still show everywhere I go love yo
Finger
a postal employee, need I say more?
State ya name gangsta!
Tre' Little don status hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get
ain't trippin' off material bling
I analyze off of Billie Holiday to Queen
What was Marvin Gaye thinking when
He wrote that theme
A Trouble Man, why his
With my shit
I came through the door
I said it before
I never let a bitch
Play with me
No more
Grady Baby with a Stick
In the Six little whore
Midway
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah
Bet you got a chick
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
two or three
It's a damn shame
But she could of had the world
And now she's nothing more than a
[Chorus]
Chill little girl put up in a world
just hung himself in the bedroom, he's dead"
"Debbie, don't let that fucker get you upset
Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck
I bet you
some boy in the hood, become so fly?
Standing there, inside her mind, let the chance pass by
Back of her mind, "He could change your life"
What
to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin', but his ass was rotted
And he kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figured if I
The last day of June,
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steamin'
I told Billy Ray
In his red
front you for that shit, don't even trip nigga
My bro got locked up by his bitch, I damn near felt bad
You'd think he did a trust fall how he fell back
No
love
And if it expires
Pray help from above because"
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more
More
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
In
By B. Amesbury
So what do you think
Maybe he'll buy you a drink
And run his fingers through your hair
Apologize for having to stare
But he's
guard your souls for peanuts,
And we guard your shops and houses
For just a little more.
In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher,
But he's
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