Lyrics:
But one little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
they’re loco,
We local roam the streets at night all by myself like solo,
Solo man I’m so low when the chips are down I’m solo,
Solo mama go home you can’t
reality's shrinking
He finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters 'em all
The ken and the midge and the skipper doll
They look like a family but
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening
bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in
When the postman delivered a letter
It filled her dear heart full of joy
But she didn't know till she read the inside
It was the last one from her
I'll try to write this letter dear the best I can
Although I haven't heard from you in quite a while
I'm doing just fine no complications at this
your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's
When you run off from home, bud look out for the whale
There's varmints to get you on sea and on land
And a boy can be swallowed lots easier than a man
I wish I was an apple dangling from a tree,
Every time you pass me by you'd take a bite of me,
I wish I was a bluebird I'd never fly away,
I'd sit up
Sitting by the window of this broken-down hotel,
Trying to write a letter just to show you that I'm well,
But I've been watching all the people
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
By day I make the cars by night I make the bars
If only they could read
is fighting
My Ma would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing
And It's a long way from Clare to here
And It's a long way from Clare to here
This what I do and decease 'em
They better flee from killers, no weak ones
Attitude 'cause I never got a threesome
By the power of my dead niggas
Ha here I go
Look
I see you got your mac make up on real nice
Black leggings too real tight
Nick name me Ken you're my Barbie real life
And you say
come from the hills of Europe.
That's where I met the Old Man.
He was lost in the woods,
I gave him directions,
He gave me a tuna can.
Then he stopped in
there was
Also a touching letter from Anna it made me
Happier than playing in front of thousands
Of people each night, rock-god
Idolization from fans
without a stick
I'm from a place when pockets low we gotta hit a lick
It's not because that you don't have it, we just took your shit
I remember when my lil
I'm so sick and tired of waiting for you to keep that promise that you made to me so very long ago, and I've reread all those letters about a hundred
Spray the smoke Febreze it
Brighter Seasons
Angels took by Demons
Henochic letters bleeding
It's the slaughter of the lambs
Catch a man
The camera
it show like Instagram
So, if my ego get a boast then I'm giving out a toast cause I live like a thankful man
O's, yea I blow it by the O when I'm
a letter to my wife
And I said baby, I'm so far away from home
And I miss my baby so
Well, I can't make it by myself
I love you so
And I was pacing myself
received the letter from the folks back home and they said things were fine
They went on to say that Pete the boy I broke up with was about to lose his mind
of the group
Transformed from the norm by the nuclear goop
Pizza's the food, that's sure to please
These ninjas are into pepperoni and cheese
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