Lyrics:
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
dinner, the way I say things it figures I'm paid, slicker when I think say, spitters made victims a they. If your insane and wanna get in my way pick a day
the worst,
I just wanna flirt
You found me on my knees,
Next thing you're saying "tease"
I'm trying to find my phone and my keys, not your sleaze
My spell is
I know that it's somebody's birthday tonight somewhere
And I know somebody's gonna celebrate tonight somewhere
I know (one thing's for sure)
I'm
like I'm—(Shh, wait)
First things first R.I.P. to George (Rest in peace)
Prayers and condolences to his family of course (What else?)
Prayers
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
else
And when you put your hand in mine
Everything just falls in line
I'm doing fine
With you here by my side
I love it
I love it
I love it when you
Good god man I'm feeling like a maniac
In a contest you get a head start since you need the handicap
Get sniped by my rhymes I'm a sharpshooter with
some shit to grab them almost touched your booty
I'm just playing good to see that
You could smile
cnd where ya man who he tryna be Waldo
Cause he
as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick
George Bush doesn't care about black people
2017 and Donald
Sunday morning waking up
In no bed, I
Got a lot of things going through my head
All these fucking cops, tryna tell me
Sum bout led, I'm just tripping
your way (yeah, go way)
I know y'all look at me like I don't go through things, but I'm human (human)
I know it's hard sometimes, but try to keep in
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
faithfully
Gotta get it by any means
Row my boat down any stream
So just let a man chase a dream
Just let a man chase a dream
But why so serious
Your friends
I got all that Shakespearean knowledge kind of a burden but good for college
I go to school and pay attention to things that you could never
Through a Gucci bag or something
Time is the only luxury it’s the only
Thing you can’t get back if
You lose your luggage – I’m not
Gonna say the obvious
cooking jigs
Yes b’y
It’s yes b’y to everything
We’re Newfoundlanders
It’s our thing
It’s yes b’y for good and bad
Yes b’y
What do you say when you get
jugga* drop!
And you don't stop, don't put on the red light
While I rock player, I coach more (niggas) than John Thompson
I'm in your town, George, I got
these things
You wanna be a baller
Shot caller
Go pop your colla
Nah fool up me head fi no dolllas
Have me in your bed a scream and a holla
Fi di
Good up
how long it’s been
I just sent you a picture of me and Rover
Ten emojis, hungover
Baby, I’m lonely
Think George is coming by to help me kill some
Dawson you both fucked your cats
I told that boy I'm going to blow up just look at the stats
Unknowns said I wasn't a threat im the predator and your
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got
mourn
As a new creation is born.
Uh
Yeah
Yo
Sayonara
To the old and broken George Taylor
As I look and reflect on all the drama
Good riddance
We've ended
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