Lyrics:
The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall
Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all
Fellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw'
But that
Isn't this nice? Everybody's being so nice
Nothing is wrong, trouble's half passed
Everybody civil and getting along
Will it last?
You should
That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice
Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady
You page me, when you got the day free
But I be out with
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
my name
You see my name is E-Feezy
These hoes be lovin' me
Ya gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl
Yo, I'm slammed, lookin' savy in
me down
And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side
Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side
Such a small fella to recognize
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
on the weather
and the stars that shine above
For bringing us together and
filling us with love
So don't you fret my lady,
'cause what we have is strong
Let
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
City girl
You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway
You're no tramp, but you're no lady, talkin' that
drawn her out too far
She wavered on the threshold of a dangerous decision
For this dark tome was no for human eyes to ever read
The pages dripped with
drawn her out too far
She wavered on the threshold of a dangerous decision
For this dark tome was no for human eyes to ever read
The pages dripped with
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
key
That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice
Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady
You page me, when you got the day free
but I be out
on a Tuesday
(Nas) My cell is off baby
['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday
(Nas) I'm out of town baby
['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday
(Nas) I'll page you
the back as we dancing
Like something romantic
Spaghetti dinner dates, pretending were the lady and the tramp
Or you singing while I play the guitar
Go for
way
I just realized that I'd a dug my grave
So faded, haven't been jaded
Over no lady before, no more, no more
I've been misappropriated by my lady
No
October 21, 2011
Your Majesty, Your Royal
Highnesses, Excellencies, members
Of the Jury, Distinguished Laureates
Ladies and Gentlemen:
It is a great
genius surrounded by mediocrity
My fans are in a clamor, they're holding up bed sheet banners
That say Side Effect's new shit is bananas
And these ain't
on, step on, step on step on by
(what you need to do is step on by)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Step on by
Camouflage in the back of the club
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
Girl cut the check, I'll be the face for that
I'm the first lady, just face the fact
Queen bee, baby, your front page lady
All them other, put them back
these pages
Surrounded by ladies
That don't care about me yeah
Or my well being
Oh my she smells like daises
Said her name is Kasey
This shit got me slazy
pages
Just living my day to day and
I'm just saying, that I hate it
Hate this game and how play it
I'm just waiting, feeling faded
Attitude is always
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