Lyrics:
tramps, [Incomprehensible] and fakes
You made mistakes
Every day is not about the washed out section
Of the fake front page you pray is just a dream
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
And love,
Ladies and Gentlemen, this next song is called Rural Entities
I see miles and I see planes
And I see millions of submarines
They all descend in front
And naked lady, tell me so
If days had gone, would he know?
You bared your body and not your soul
But he's blinded by his dreaming.
Freedom's gonna break
and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
lost his mom
I don't even trust a thumper
Fucking hop, get lost
I ain't ever wanna trust, girls are often thots
But the ladies and the tramps
Know I got
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
And love,
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
Its gang one am
Gotta redo my verse
Cuz I deleted the shit by accident
But lets get it bitch
Pretty lady she can be my queen
She be special seen her
side by side
You can be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my love
a casket
I'm from Transylvania, I got an accent
Crush velvet vibes, mirror image is absent
Level of crazy, check me down for bat shit
Ladies with pale skin
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
and 4
I'm being cock block by the digital Force
You are always on my mind (Electric Lady)
I can't wait to have ya (Ya drive me crazy)
As soon as I can
all the ladies in the house is strictly-dickly
Say it, (Strictly-dickly)
Say it, (Strictly-dickly)
Say it, (Strictly-dickly)
Now all the fellas in
proof that nothing really
Ever is exactly as it seems
In my brain I rearrange
The letters on the page
To spell your name
We caught the river boat
a tramp and my hoes act like ladies know
You ain't slick so why you try to play me
I'm the big dog in this bitch and you Sadi slide in the Honda but dream
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that street talk
You're the heart and soul of New York City
And love,
Still a slave to the ghetto and a food stamp
Next phase is the trains and the death camp
What does it matter when the first lady is a tramp
Order
Leave that pussy not so shady
Tryna see who the tramp and who the lady
Who is that Tryna play me
Controller disconnected
I won't be here daily
Weekly
head is so damn good"
Tell them hoes (This head is so damn good)
Now all the ladies in the house say, "This p**** it taste so damn good"
Tell them
there fast like in a 30 doing 80
And dog I can't let no bitch change me
Still be looking like a tramp with my lady
Crazy like how they say they wanna
look; ladies that's a good look)
Believe me, when you're in them big meetings for the mils (that's a good look)
You take me just to complement the deal
fiends doing bumps like I bought an amp
Putting ROOF at the table lady and the tramp
My bro did a bid out of town had to go to camp
Toronto won in 19 but
as a lady
Please, tell me why the world is so shady, baby
I wanna go to a world where I ain't gotta be a freak ho
Just, so I can be noticed by people
Please,
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