Lyrics:
and windows cuz Sinner's in town tonight
Stuck in this shit
Trapped in my mind
Left by myself
Lost in the rhyme
Oh No Here We Go Again (trying to get mine)
Oh
TEC-9 is the life of the party
Making moves after killing fools
Doing drive bys my brand new Ferrari
Nigga know I'll pull up with that pistol
Have you
clips they decry
Saying, "What the fuck is this shit and why?
"What the fuck is this shit and why?"
Oh, my brother came by yesterday
To give confession
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Cluck, cluck
I am one sad hen.
Cluck, cluck
I am one lonely hen.
Wow. You have a beautiful voice!
Oh my! Who are you, cluck?
Hi! I'm Jack, from
Disappearin' onto the bigger things (onto bigger things)
Black magic on the screen, now let's start the show
Got some tricks up my sleeve - "oh shit, where'd he
of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,
my f- mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin a-
Missouri Southern roots, what the f- is upper-class?
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
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Offset:
Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas
Chapman: Trouble at mill
Cleveland: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
Chapman: One on't cross beams gone
Owt askew on treadle cleveland: Pardon?
Chapman:
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
by see I'ma be like buying her
shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
only felt people distancing themselves
(Oh well) I really hope I do get expelled
Instead of dealing with my mental health in public
'Cause friends I
If you decide you hate me then I'll take that choice, but
I gotta tell you my story before you take make that choice, son
You gotta understand, yeah,
ribs like, oh, child
Taking you to lunch, what you gonna do'
She said, "I'm picking up the check and
Handing it to you", fine and witty, oh, so
I am driving
I am late for work
Spilling coffee down my whitest shirt
While I'm flossing and I'm chaning lanes
Oh Yeah
Now I'm driving
Through
the way to work
Just
Just by following his nose
I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all
Till late in the evening the wind came to call
And stood at my
don't wanna start this out Complaining
But how come my partner's
English is their second language
Oh well
I trust that God knows what he doing
So me K Nut
(Yeaheah)
(I don't wanna' go nowhere without you)
(By my side by my side)
(And I don't wanna' dream alone without you)
(By my side)
(Baby when you do
Oh, dream, please
As the days, the days go by And the dark, who says goodnight
So, dream, please As the days, the days go by
And the dark, who says
he's nothin but a hassle
You can come with me and cold chill in my castle
Oh what a wonderful time it would be, imagine you and me, in my ja'causezi
dang
About nobody-e-e-e
Well, had him shooting for me like a ball team
Every guy was a knock out, Don King
But none of 'em had smarts, that's my thing
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
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