Lyrics:
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
of your range
You niggas is weird, you niggas is strange
But imma stay up and go hard like I'm James
And you gon' be old making minimum wage
I count all my
the sound, hold it down, I think the message over now
Let's bring it back to that old rap shit and start it all over now
My residency in the game is
hear is crickets
Thank god, cause my broke ass ain't got money for another ticket
This week's been written by Lemony Snicket
Unfortunate events is what
James (only in Ohio, oh-oh)
But he left before it all went down into flames (only in Ohio, oh)
'Cause sticks and stones break no bones (only in Ohio,
I can feel your body
When I'm lying in my bed
There's too much confusion
Running round through my head
It's making me angry
To know that the flame
names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or somethin'
By now I'm on my 200 thousand-tenth plane or somethin'
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James
got a smile on my face like Dro old cover
Fuck yo' bitch on the couch, no cover
Fuck yo' couch, I'm Rick James brother
She a super freak, she don't like
ashes from an old flame
Now I drive by street names
That rattle in my bones
And all these parks and roads
Feel like barren homes
I can't go back
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)
Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
See, in Christmas time, I get #MERKY (Merky)
Moving like Mike with my Christmas turkey
(Bakaw) harry got the snow
Jamie got the flow (What?)
Shakka
Died last night in my dreams
Walking the streets
Of some old ghost town
I tried to believe
In God and James Dean
But Hollywood sold out
Saw
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
I’m yellin free, I’m screamin free
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
fuck James
every girl wants to have him by her side
It is clear that it'll always be me dancing in his eyes
I'm his muse he's my boy and together we are not to be
Boston in the nineties, Hallows, and James
After the civil war, there was just your remains
Cambridge and Quincey in the love with the garden
a team (woo)
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor (hey)
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving
Down by the clear river I rollicked along
I heard an old man making sad lamentation
He was
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
at, or ying dat,
we winning dats big facts, Nar brudda it’s big facts it’s big facts,
harry pots don’t wave his wand it’s a
lie,
I’ll swing my shank
Never too worried bout an old flame,
Start to see clear like my old name,
Not tryna cop me a gold chain,
Tryna fill the pot, need the whole thang,
Kim gordon and kelly deal
Polly harvey made me feel real
Tina weymouth and wendy james
For kim wilde I was burning in flames
Juliana hatfield
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
road by myself
The battles carry on
For all the times I've been at war in my head Just thinking where I went wrong
Now I could care less, truthfully
pass it
Hit by a corn on the old block, nah
Bun a fat zoot with a neek, hell nah
Go on my knees for a fed or gyal (never)
I’ll never forget that day I
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