Lyrics:
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me
How'd
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever
I've been seeing all the guys
Come by and talk to you
Seems to me like it's without a break Uhhh
I'm too shy most of the time
Let me tell you girl
This
I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let
guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home
And guess when I heard that? When I was back home
Every interview I'm representing you, making you
that? When I was back home
Every interview I'm representing you, making you proud
Reach for the stars so if you fall, you land on a cloud
Jump in
thing, buenas noches
By the end of the night my knees are now on your chest
Fuck me bad, let me in, a cardic arrest
Make me come
Make me come
Come, we
thing, buenas noches
By the end of the night my knees are now on your chest
Fuck me bad, let me in, a cardic arrest
Make me come
Make me come
Come, we
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Poor Adam alone in Eden
Taking off his shoes
Tired of running around all morning
From his animal interviews
He
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash
Rap
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
listen to that diss record
I only fuck with you 'cause of your interviews
I ain't even trip when you called me a bitch
I was like, "Look at Salem,
issue exclusive interview
Tawdry secrets of select few
What you didn't want to know
But you really did when you picked up the magazine
To read all
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats
[Chorus]
Never thought id see the day when you wasn't by my side.
Listen I was down for you girl put you first in my world
And I thought you were
eyes close (eyes close)
Five o'clock with lights off, interview with a vampire
Sleep is for the living and not a utensil that I require
I swear I
the sky,
Completely disappearing behind each bar.
Then a helicopter flew by.
"Say hi to Earl and Edith.
Tell'em I'm doing fine.
Tell'em you're old
behind each bar,
Then a helicopter flew by.
"Say hi to Earl and Edith.
Tell 'm I'm doing fine.
Tell 'm it's time for them to let you go now,
They
by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man"
the law
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So
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