Lyrics:
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
again (brrt)
She tried to play me, I fucked on her friend (woo)
Trappin' on the block in the late night (trap, trap)
I'm in the field like a great
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
Nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
There's a lot in my life I
for a bump that's funky
And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee
A bass freak would say Oohwee,
Peace to DU cause I like the way
on vacation
Do a new AP on, hoppin' out that spaceship, yeah
Got a new thot, cause my old one impatient
Tossin' a few squares in a rental car from Avis
born back then
Taking every day like a water vaccines
Didn't even have much, hella ma scenes
Stabbed in the back, by the country
Moved to another,
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You belong to me, I believe"
And someone says, "My friend, you'd
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to me, I believe"
And someone
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone
know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra or,
Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do it,
'Cause Lucille don't wanna play nothing
is cryin'
You know if I can sing pop tunes like
Frank Sinatra or Sammy Davis Jr.
I don't think I still could do it
Cause Lucille don't wanna play
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends, friends, friends, friends
Worry follows grieve like contending fellows
Somber sighs
No, no, Mama, now Devil done do-si-do
Two young boys lyin' dead by the side of the road
And the coins in their eyes represent the money they owe
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
learn from me call her acoloyte
I dont need help Davi do it by his self
Make track hot yeah make a bitch melt
Want the whole world I dont need a new belt
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
a text
Davis just sent a meme, Davis just sent a meme
All my friends are getting older
Soon they won't be by my shoulder
Won't always be what we once were
I'm still in this man
Forever
Uh, for the love of showboatin'
I traded friends that's close just for top shelf toastin'
And you know I ain't slowin'
smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in walks Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in
Whatever I can do, be the
Best at whatever I do
I need to make America grеat like
It once was i want
To have еverything that I ever
Wanted i never thought
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
I think it's crying.
You know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra
Or Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do
It, 'cause
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