Lyrics:
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
anyhow
Perhaps she had forged id, I don't know
Anyhow, each
Time she came back from the restroom
And sat down next to me
I did feel some pride she
Was not
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
to bring
Them back a little bit later but we have
This very special highly
Evolved permutated tango it's
Actually a perverted tango by the time yes
It's so
rooster strolls down the road
A ladybug on the bench by my home
The beach at night hearing crashing waves
My mum being happy on her birthday
My
And they're like, oh shit
But the beach, nonetheless, the beach reminds me of, like, just Caribbean music
It reminds me of, like, California down in Mexico, you
toward us. First there was the Priest striding quickly along in the rain. And behind him came four little boys all about 10 years old. They were carrying
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
the matchboxes)
There's Oliver now, he's at the back. I think he's having a little
trouble with his old brain injury, he's going to have a go, no, no,
bad luck,
feeeeel gooood!]
I've lived in a tent with all my shit inside a bindle boy
Rose up from the gutter, now I'm eating tenderloin
Pretending that I'm Fry
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
And to the quick and gentle flocking
Of men to the old lady falling down
On the corner of fairmount and 18th, holding patiently
With the softest parts of their
the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies.
I seen them trying to bring you down, but fuck that dog you one of the greatest!
Khaled mix 96er, but even back
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
and desires,
right here, right now,
in this little section.
I have been in showbusiness
for 10 years and every time
I have to go back on the stage
I have this
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
let percocets and xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please
OF, shit that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little
seen it twice
And, besides, the air conditioner's broke
The old lady who runs the ice cream store
Got robbed last week
She put a lock on the door,
Your honor, I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy, we've got you on tape"
Yelling an old lady
on this bitch yeah
I'm on my way up, never slow down
From the Mo-Town, niggas know we hold it down
Been in the building for the keys, now I'm back for
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