Lyrics:
me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent
And out the door I went
So I goes to the landlady
I said you
ranger
Everyone watched as he climbed from
His horse and walked by
Every eye dropped to the gun
Hanging low on his side
The silence was broken, the ranger
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
on is messed up bruv
And now that he's rolling with these vexed up thugs
So what's next up bruv?
Cause he's gonna make it his only mission
To better
fights feelings that he was mistake by God
I see his confusion and self-deception
Questions of relevance and intelligence
He holds an illusion
to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Would you kindly tell me, Mister, what time the show begins?"
He moved into the corner, face down like the Jack
work it out
Whatever the problem be
I know God can work it out
Found out by myself one day
That God will, He'll work it out
He'll come, He'll come
When
think of when
My mom and I immigrated to America
I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana
Cuba my papá is puro Mexicano
And we lived back and
Forth
I come alive in the night time just do it
Let a n**** come through he just do it
Let a n**** come through he just do it
Let a n**** come through
I
Hey! Is this thing on?
I saw him dancing there
By the record machine
I knew he must have
Been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Hey! Is this thing on?
I saw him dancing there
By the record machine
I knew he must have
Been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
of his eyes is what's next
But every day he gets a little closer to the end
He's working for the good times
But no they never come
Next day's math class in the early fall
What he came to find was a miracle
He could add it all on Adderall
And pay attention after all
But what he didn't
this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat want to be enormous
Plottin' on the next one
Murder one
Grab a hold 'cause you never
n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come and take your time and dance with me
Ow
He smiled, so I got up
connected by a cord or a string
Literally there in the time of the past
So remembering “that time” meant he was mentally time traveling fast
Like fire
and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin' what he wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
a break
Before we wait
He got irate
Get him home
Before mistakes
I know the way
It's by the lake
Or by the crick
Never mind I don't know which
offend you (woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Next up, disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
the lovely ladies who have come and gone
From the house next door to his house on the lane,
He consoles himself that he's got his health and he knows he
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