Lyrics:
used to be a little bit like you
Much less respected, but bad timing with a lady, too
What will you do
Mr. Smith, art is like a cruel red-haired
Excuse me can you help me straighten up my head?
I got a new friend by the name of Mr Z.
Well what's wrong with that, don't ya like what you see?
version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn
ain't innocent
A month's rent make us sweat on the little shit
I slept through the rain
Cuz fuck it be relentless
Got used to how that shit can keep you
as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree when he said
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs
a beautiful day
Mr. Christie's by the shore now
He likes to be beside the sea
Mrs. Calder shouts hello there
But Mr. Christie's in a dream
Say what you mean,
they said: get used to the pain
They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what's to be done
Lord 'bout the weather in my
quit
I used to get hit by my dad he wasn't mean
He was simply teaching me that violence solves everything
I used to get picked on which only helped
cool
It's hard to be around him for even a week
I try to look strong, but looking at him made me weak
I used to give him a stare, but then I lost my
ook what they've done to Mrs. Rosenbaum
Something's happened now she's all embalmed
She used to fix us lemonade by the pool
Now her face is drawn
Yeah, you ever just know
that you was finna splack another nigga's bitch up
like, you see a bitch she be with a nigga
and you be knowing she be
wrong
Have you an explanation?
What impertinence, Mr hartright!
Know your place, sir! This is-
No, no, Mr fairlie
I'm glad he asked this please
Please i
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Til
recognize anyone there
That used to be us, we used to be cool
With the music cranked up, hanging out after school
That used to be Jill, that used to be
Flora, her daughter Monica and Toby, the mute servant boy, prepare their shabby apartment with tricks to be used during the evening's seance. Mr and Mrs
Call me Mr. Carter, this volume number 3(number 3!)
I been going harder than everyone I see (where they at?)
I could be a martyr for dying in the streets
and Mr. Clyde
I made a joke about Lucky Strikes that I never should've used
Their patience was proportional to the shortness of their fuse
Bonnie's
nothing turns out to be what it seems
And he will then be held accountable
And face the consequence for what he's done
So Mr.President
If you want to make
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
used to sit on the piazza and watch these hordes of middle-
aged ladies ariving by every boat. Obviously, all set to have
themselves a ball. So startled
got pressed by my dawgs that's wilding
Cause you a sus got pressed by my dawgs that's wilding
Mr. Fuckeverybody, too much hatred
I learned to be
dudes
Shouts to teddy from the BX
Let her suck it like DX
I got J like Ms Lynn and Mr Emz
Young talent on the map man where do I begin
Roll call over! but
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Over
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