Lyrics:
With the ones I love
Playing all day long
Laying back by the water side
With no where to go
And the music on
All I want is my dream life
To be my real
me want to cheer
Oh dear I don't know why I like it so much here
Out in the field by this old park bench
Every time I drive my car
Or ride my board
I hate this mofuckin life that I'm living
Feels like I'm just stuck in a prison
I'm making this music for you all to listen
And I, don't know what
though I don't like dinners
Don't be confused by my image, I'm no fuckin' public pin-up
But my heart won't let me say no to a picture
[Chorus]
Uh,
House piano beaucoup (29)
Try paging Charlie Farrell (30)
He'll do "Seventh Heaven (31) " on cue
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
Dear Dick
you should come around more
Oh Dear God
Music's the only comfort I have in the moment
Writin' lyrics to the beats because I'm afraid
Of what's gonna
on a scholarship
I finally got my shit together, I started taking music seriously
Then it started to kinda pop off a little bit, almost
Dear Gerald, 21, you
just wait (claws out my back dog)
Music for the soul never for the money boy (yea)
I will ruin you
Pow
You're gonna regret this (catch this 66)
Last
Love you my own . . .
Love you alone!
Music by Victor Herbert
With lyrics by Henry Blossom , 1914
to fit in
While I labeled their faces, turned them to my motivation
I brought home all the power from the world
Turned it into music then I sang it out
mind
All I need is good tunes popping and melody and flow
And this music that's so dear to my heart
All I need is
This hip hop
Means more to me than
Critics talk...
And we say, “Hi”
You say the music died well I bring it back
And you say I got the sight and my sight don’t lack
See the critics can
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
Started out being raised by a single mother
A boy from a broken home i love my dear mama
I fell in love with music ever since
I heard tupac rapping
beat
My nigga Lyo in studio says
Kill this beat
I said oh yeah boy consider it done
I'm about to give you black music
Hands high
Put your hands in
the trauma
I've been looking throug his plans hes been cleaning up the gutter
My repertoireis deeper than what you might see
Im inspired by women who speak
Ha, B.C. poppin' plan b cuz a condom not for me
And this music better pop off by the time I'm 23
Ha, niggas on a roll, where my money at
All my fans
me guides my life, dear lord don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake, what shall I say
Its been a good run from hoodlum to outin' da
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
They say, oh my God I see the way you shine
Take your hand, my dear, and place them both in mine
You know you stopped me dead when I was passing by
of a sudden the music changed so soft that you scarce could hear
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear
That someone
come on over my dear
We're gonna celebrate
It's almost a new year
Sounds like music to my ear
Oo, tell me what do you say
I can go back and forth all
losing time with the conductor
Held hostage by harmonies
And now I'm dancing by myself to a song
That brings me to my knees
Because
Dear Jamie
He's your
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