Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
"we hate you Tom, you suck dick
Burn in hell"
Tom: yeah, fuck that hey -Hey I say
I say fuck the hating Tom-thing
That's what I say are we ready Mark?
a kilo[00:23.60]I've tried to explain but you're stupid[00:25.44]By the way that I use it[00:27.01]I could break chains and run a chain through your
you to love the little things in life
The wonder in your eyes when
I told you
It was enchanted by fairies
The last night that I saw you
Drove up in
you pop those things
Hitting everything except the target intended
Lighting up the niggas at the park on the benches
All while the enemy ain't take no
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
My main [?], how you doin'? where you goin'?
Baby where's your rush, can I take it?
A little moment of your time [?]
Couldn't meet you mind, you
Tell me how can you deny the truth?
When it's staring right in front of you
Saying that these things just don't exist
Tell me why you won't listen?
You drive me insane, no girl make me feel this way
Wait girl, you got your ways, girl you are my getaway
Wait, let me keep you safe
In exchange, give
to make things
Not last forever
Is progress
Take the halt of yo chest
Don't pause
Put some
Weight in yo respect
Neva wait on success
God can give you
done
Wolfman, oh Wolfman, oh Wolfman, howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children, you'll understand
The Beatles are comin',
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
shine, that sweatin'
That my crew and i imitate with 30 lines, in the dark
At midnight your rides will bring you new parks
I'd rather give you this
Ugh, what up y'all?
Yeah (Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?)
Y'all ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that First
the top,prepare to blown
For the mess that i've been hold
[Bridge:Norgoth]
What you gonna do about the things
That you were sippin in
Cause i don't give a damn
by my side now even if just for the night
Come my way won't you come my way
Pretty little thing in your Pretty Little Thing
Time I no play wit time I
willed to her by her late mum). So, he didn’t treat her well, he had instilled the poverty mentality in her, so things were really difficult. Shaine’s
back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter what you spent
step this way
You're gettin PLAYED out of position
So let me give you a little style
Check it out
Everytime KRS-One steps in the jam
The party
gonna give you my 110%
Cuz you deserve it, you're so perfect
You're the one thing on this earth that gives me purpose
You're always on my mind
Baby girl
thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little
badly to rub the sponge of gratitude
Over every last thing, including you, which, yes, it's awkward
The suds in your ear and armpit, the little
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