Lyrics:
all out of trouble
Even though he would leave
He wore his heart on his sleeve
And by the way that he walked
He taught me how to believe
Old man look
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
and life is fake
Skin is transparent and our thoughts are unclear
Old life has been shot to the exosphere
Eyeball man lifted the horrible curse
But now
way cuz we gotta free Willie
This old man, he played three
He played knick-knack on his knee
With a knick-knack paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
This old
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know
"Shut your mouth," said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it's
When the energies crash like a cymbal
Is it the end of the song? Could be the intro
Man, if life could only be this simple
Tell it from the brothels
now
Wait is this the whole crowd? I thought this shit was sold out
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
But it's only the opening act, it's early, don't
of roast meat.
The brief reflection was stopped by a gesture of a man sitting by the bonfire. It was an old Cheyenne with a wistful face; he had laid his
I've lived upon
The edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By del rio's song.......oh, del rio
Del rio's
have OD
I See Dead People
I See Dead People
I See Dead People
I See Dead People
what a wild day i seen a old lady burying a crack baby
that was only
man, Boom you dead and
Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy
Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy
Only way you be around this
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eating dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my
livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
prez Yeah I’m getting to the bread Hit the bloc with lil ant And I would wait for Quez I can’t believe That my lil homies is dead Now I wait on Stan With
brain is hangin'
From back of his wig
Dead man, dead man on the radio
(Police can't help you no)
Dead man, dead man on the radio
(Police can't help
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
So I've been dead like hundred times
Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll tell you time after time
She became
I'm alien
Man, I'm so high up
I'm higher than every alien
Went from open mic to
Performing in the stadiums now all my shoes
They sponsored by Margiella
we got niggas
Way tighter than you man,you old want to be me asshole nigga, come with
Some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga
I'm
Dolarz
I was the first young nigga melting niggas
I gave y'all motivation
So if this ass whooping you taking Is your
Way of showing your token
no fear
A few good men in a new millenium
Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
So I've been dead like 100 times
Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll
find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Oh oh
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
happening to you.
Quit working when your day's work work is through
Cause a man ain't supposed to work all the time
And ain't that just the way
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