Lyrics:
of love)
Now there was three sexes then
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back
They were called the children of the sun
And similar in shape
looked like two men
Glued up back to back
Called the children of the sun
And similiar in shape and girth
Was the children of the earth
They looked like two
he could call
but she probably wouldn't answer
till tomorrow
but then it doesn't matter
cuz she's off up
in another mans world
wait a minute
couch potatoe
Sit around like a fixed tom-cat
Watchin' sponge bob and gettin' fat
You used to be my only wish
Now you've been replaced by a satellite dish
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones.'
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
Walkin' with my back to the sun, keep my head to the sky
Me against the world, it's me, myself and I, like De La
Got in touch with my soul
Live behind the wheel
You drive from Devon up to Aberdeen
Pull off at the services
for diesel and Nuts Magazine
You read the Sun
And have a saggy
strings, I wish they was over acoustics
My flow stupid, doofus, I'm the blueprint
The twins is a pair but I'm a 2 for 1
This the moon and the sun, Frank
Sipped on lean now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by
to say, but
You won't hear it, even if your ears was pierced with Beats by Dre
I mean, the sun is slowly fallin'
We all surely should die eventually, so
If I could go down now while the whole town is sleeping, see the sun creeping up on the hill,
I know the river and the railroad would run through
the hunger stayed
These stomach rumbles can humble thunder, uh
I'm still fueled by the ones that slumber
The standout amongst the one-hit wonders
So when
waiting on the sidelines
Time pass us by, right in front of our eyes
But till my last heart beat, it's still ride or die
When your wheels fall off before
Now every time I look out the window
My feet lift off the ground
Yeah I still fight with my demons
And sometimes they come around
I don't know where
make
Wine in my tank, I drank up till I'm bankrupt
More smashed than a broke truck
Tryna pick up my haste off while I rage off
Like an old school
all
I got find these fucking fans To go n set it off
Today I'm all up in your vibe
If I don't make it in life
I'll still be right by your side
you niggas
Gotta grind pay bills
I gotta pump fake for you niggas
Don't change stay the same
I gotta pump fake for you niggas
Dropping shit off in
Don't look back
Count-down
And close your eyes
Last in line
To leave it all behind
So sit back
And blast-off
We're outta time
Sun, blinding light
my homies down at Sun Rise
You can't find respect but can lose it quickly this is a rule that I live by strictly
Put in work and get paid no days off
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