Lyrics:
a ready to go, he jumps in
His pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishin' line strung across the 'Lousiana River
Got to catch a big fish for us
placing the blame on, you keep on singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
you on
Said pick me up at 3 AM
You're fighting with your mom again
And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go somewhere with you, yeah
I won't sit outside your
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
a long, long time and I never go dey give up on the love
I go buy designer, yeah yeah (yeah, yeah)
Call you my miss malaika, baby (baby)
Anything that
like yo let me spit on a remix
They're like okay kid go for it
Gonna drive to Canada
In a candy-painted caddy
To live with your mom
Become your step
cunt 25 activated
Now powered by hookers and crack
Operation destroy hospitals commence
Shut up Obama why don't you go blow up another hospital
a hopper and a mask
And a couple air tanks so you can ba ba ba ba blast
Got a betta fish tank with all of the supplies
All you need is the betta fish to go
bout Go Go and Freaky Gal
All of ah sudden everybody get brave
And a put it inna song seh dem waan blow job
Di whole ah dem ah watch di Teach
Ah
bout Go Go and Freaky Gal
All of ah sudden everybody get brave
And a put it inna song seh dem waan blow job
Di whole ah dem ah watch di Teach
Ah
bout Go Go and Freaky Gal
All of ah sudden everybody get brave
And a put it inna song seh dem waan blow job
Di whole ah dem ah watch di Teach
Ah
to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's
affectional. I really wonder, did you go to bed with a stomach full of hunger?/how many times, mom I'm broken in rhymes, at your sacrifice/you blessed my life/I
I gotta get it by any means
I gotta get it by any means
Cook in the kitchen I serve the fiends
Pay what you owe it ain't nothing free
I gotta get
keep on singing the same song
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama
[Chorus: x2]
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off, screw you"
When
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
a track starts booming
My playlist isn't just songs it's a family reunion
The perfect substitute for the fam I never had
No diss to moms, uncles, aunts,
Got a 12 year old, but I sing this type of shit up in his songs
Gotta big up his pops and his moms
The youngin' braver than a lot of these niggas that
the land of the green
Sold by the queen
Change for Belize
But amazing we still remain (yeah, ey)
If I can go back in time
I'll do it three more times
Yeah my
myself
Maybe I can go online and then maybe I’ll find some help
Mom im sorry to bother you at work but I’m freakin’ out
I found this article online and so
In daylight the sunlight chases the grey lights of lingering night
Down by the beach a lone heron he keeps
His eye on the fish and the tide
But I hear
surrounds me, I lash out when I'm afraid
More scared of my past self, still dealing with the shame
Said Moishe go out son, invent something great
Mom you
To the memories
You hold down low
You cuddle up with
Your own thoughts
And how it was
So long a go ooooh
Laundered memories
Tall fish you caught
Laundered
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