Lyrics:
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I'm running up these dineros
Putting my eggs in one basket The Lord rather than be misled by the tarot
Delivering all throughout
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin
My cup runneth over with pinot grigio, hold up
You bogus in the lambo if you ain't lifting the door up
You bogus poppin' pills if you ain't pickin
the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was lil'
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed
keep me awake
Under lamp lights
Over thinking the days
And I keep hoping that home is where the heart is
With these words in my stomach
I hope you find
prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me, all the days
talking trash doesn't matter
Front windshield of the car when it shatters
My nigga brains blown out land in my lap
Told God take me, everybody blamed me
and damps,
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
and damps,
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
in my team
Standing right by me
I'm talking greazy in her ear
It flow like Oil Sheen
She arch her back
With that fat ass and throw it back on me
and mead
Chills have got me in a freeze
Flicker from your grinning teeth
Flutter through my wicked sleeves
Fill my lamp with kerosene
You feed my flame
You
said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was Eye Candy in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
hand
Need a little oil to go
Surrounded by my dreams
Please oil the bow
Frozen by my fears
When the means a go
If you don't knock it off
If you
Intergalactic drugs got me feeling right
It's a party in my UFO
I could never bend or fold
Racks up in my pocket looking like it's ready to blow
Pour oil in my
spins around
I got a handful of dust
From the leaf of the Lotus
Hold it in the sky
Blow it in the air to get my focus
Cut off my fingertip
I wanna
knowing what's next
I'm casting my line, hoping to catch an uncatchable fish
And I'm stroking a lamp, hoping to wish an unwishable wish
And if you met me
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
they be in CHURCH!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to CHURCH!
Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to CHURCH!
Christian
Irish
A lovely
All you gotta do
Is touch is my arm
And I'm bruised by a feather
Lightning going up and down my spine
And I never could conceive
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
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