Lyrics:
muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy
and ain't nann out there can hurt me
trust me
believe that
it's Mr. G who is speakin
dem pluggas I left dem
blown
Cos you are
My one
Paramore
And I can tell by the way you move
That you know how tease my mind
Pulling me in a daze
Like a purple haze
No matter
Boiararam got me
Wanting to run your way
Kana i roko nam tabo
Would you let me stay
I'm Mr lonely if you
Really wanna know me
I got nobody of my own
I'm Mr
sorry, Mr Loneliness
I have been changing so much
And in your eyes, I don’t see the colors anymore
So sorry, Mr Loneliness
My wings are starting to grow
don't want to get between me and all my paper
Swear this little bitch would do anything for a Mr. Vapor
Mr. let her suck my dick and also Mr. fuck her
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
He got caught in Bermuda by a guy named Mr Ports
Stealing the package, wrapped up in his shorts
No trials, no justice, that's for me and you
Crime's
up
Mr. Garvey we all starting to organize
And Mr. Seale they tried taking our choice
Mr. Douglass you should see the way we mobilized
And Miss. Shakur
ship sailing into the bay
Saying,"Here's my son Ted! Won't you clear the way!"
"Oh, Captain dear, where have you been.
Have you been out sailin'
and a pistol by his side
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
He rode right up to Miss. Mousie's door, uh, huh
He rode right up to Miss. Mousie's door, uh, huh
He rode
the most
Gotta gotta make a toast slang thangs the most
Diagnosed by the pope your to the stars no hold back bravo Mr. Marco
Adios gotta go gotta go gotta go
cruisin' a good invention
But in some ways
I don't think it gets any easier
Your walking on the water
Bit by far my favorite one,
But now it seems
Is there a place I belong to
I don't know what to do
Do you wanna walk in my shoes
Mr. Martian doesn't have a clue
Going to the left, to the right
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
a bitch say
(Man)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash'
To go and bend the block
(For real, for real, for real)
(I'm on my way, on my way)
Had to gas up the Grand
imma
Change my ways
But fuck it
I wanna runaway
From this place called life
Bound to fuck it up
Mr. can’t get right
So I just take it day by day
Night by
have to decide (I will)
Said my name was Derek but I have a disguise
And it's McCoy on the rise it ain't passing us by (tell em)
Call me Mr. Carter, Mr
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
the eyes
Between the eyes
Between the eyes
[movie like speech:]
Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend?
Mr sheen
Fit got me feeling like money
Had to switch the LEDs green
But if I'm adding up all this paper
And dividing by the whole of the team
Maybe If
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
can take mine if you want it
It's in pieces now
By the way there, Mr. Tin Man
If you don't mind the scars
You give me your armor
And you can have
job I quit
Started working for the home
So I could be by her everyday
We couldn't afford the cost in any other way
So Mr. Larkin
See I know she
the verdict?
Hey yo, Mr. Cheeks, I know ya heard it
The way we move (make it happen), spaz out on who?
Boo c'mon, that's how we do it
This one's for you,
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