Lyrics:
Too! But you know who the greatest of
All of us? Who do y’all think?
Nope kid motherfucking Cudi
Radio, fuck you! Oh yeah, I’m on my
Trump shit tonight
be (me and my drum)
Can it be
It's a pretty thing, isn't it?
I'm sure glad you came by to work out on the piano today
it's marvelous
Right now, imma plow and plant my seed
So it grows into a tree, tell me
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could chuck
of a lie by a pagan
From the cadence, to the fragrance, to the patience
Salutations
My rider's chicken and eggs, who the the gammon on
I ain't eating no old
Put my music on and stay happy bitch
I stay stacking shit for telling me i can't be rich
I put ice on my body then i spark the flame
Walk in the club
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
“If you think you’re too old, to rock and roll,
then my friend you are,
So listen…
The man who says he can, and the man who says he can’t, are both
I'm hallelujah hands high and friends in low places
Red, white, and blue and red letter pages
Back row pew and front seat Ford
New King James and old
on my Trump shit tonight, radio
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm taking his lead i'ma just say how I
Say, I'ma just say- I'm just be Ye
And win take his lead and win
he, he he, right}
So jam on it, say what
[Mos Def]
The sweet old beats my speech radiates
I grab the mic my voice resulates and penetrates
I make
came by my window
Hummingbird, hummingbird, hummingbird
I Need you more than you know
Far as I go
Far as I know
Been on a mission
James Bond -
stretch two quadrants
In my city I call Home
Addicted to my section
I just can't leave it alone
But it's looking like I'll have to if ya boy wanna grow old
cocaine
That's my cup of tea like the old saying
Rookie's and vets eat them up like lo mein
Rick James fire desire describe my old flames
Gat tha king I'm
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
You're hanging there dear
By your arms not your neck
You're not too old, no not yet
Let the heat crawl up your leg
Hanging in the flame
Don't let it burn
Swag, now watch him cook
And just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians versus goblins, goons versus the crooks
called symmetry
But my energy's a rental
So I take this now to say
Thank you, senorita beholding a flame to a lost wick
Thank you James Anthony for
Sounds of music
Are rippling through my head
Harry's in the kitchen
Captain's still in bed
Cause life is just a funny dream
And someday
I'll share
plus
Rock his ass like Harry, he tryna size up Stay up in your lane, battling demons
Tryna win and you can't run away Bread, come and get my paycheck
(It's the hocus pocus Harry James)
Break a bitch down 'cause I had to
The Glizz in the cut 'cause I had to
These niggas, they temp', just like
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
and again and again
There’s really no need to contend
Why all of these people
they followin trends
I only rock customs by locals and friends
Don’t tell my mom
they'll be ignitin' the page
Grindin' on cold nights, puttin' light to the flame
Now there's no flame that can melt the ice in my chain, yeah
I really
Yeah church, Church
Bottleneck
Dixie land, take me away
To the old farmhouse and the fields of hay
Where the corner store's ran by
A gray haired man
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