Lyrics:
and cloudy
'Cause if it's not, we gotta fight like (fight like)
G-H-E-T-T-O-M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we won't play 'round
If
Wave goodbye
It's been a long flight
Oh shit well I didn't know
That I'd feel this way
Walking through the terminal gates
Close my eyes
it's been a long
Pam
And I could be your Jim
There’d be no distance that could break us
Or tear us apart
I love you girl
And it feels like a song
On the radio
They come
down, wey knock you off your feet
Omotena I love you can't you see
E be me wey dey yarn, it's not the Hennessy
The way you sangalow the other day
that’s Brown v Board
Tossing a brunette chick, you know that’s not an Elle
That taint fuckin stank, she ain’t using Cottonelle
Use that anus like a tuba,
that she was real. I was trying to tell her how I feel
Nah, man, fuck all that. You gotta tell her like this
Oh, Suzanne, I love you so much that it
His family's distraught
Saying he's not like this
We pray he alive
In a Jeep full of Jims
It's all in his head man
These voices his friends
Sure he was
I'm so smooth they should call me Blackanova
I'm not tryin to say that I'm number one
I'm just a smooth operator that gets the job done
So, let me
By the time you regain sub-light they'll be no relief
Don't tell us we didn't warn ya
The bumpy slow ride will make you feel sorrier
Operator pass me
just what his ass is
A meni me, and really see
The only way that any mini me can be pinned on me
Is when it be the complete opposite
Cos I can be
How do you feel about that?
Cult Leader eh ha ha ha
Yea there comparing you, to you know like Jim Jones or Davey Koresh
You know that's real
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
hands start shaking, your girlfriend left
And your parents pray for your safety
Not just pray, but the type that would make even atheists' feel like it's
thought, by gosh… that was it. It was just love at first sight.
Narrator:
Not long after Alex and Tarcisia met, her family were able to move back into
on the ambiance beyond as you promised that you would live
Do summers ever forget, pajamas feel like a kid
Cucumber will make her drip, do jump on it, hit a split
The way I move
You feel the pressure
I got your heart
You feel that spark
I found the mark
You feel that pressure
Baby I'm a smooth operator but Im not
morning to you
I think today was overdue
This new perspective yes I want more
It's like Jim Croce knocking at my door
I hear the sweet music outside
I got
without an answer, I keep panicking
Each got problems we been or managing or handling
Or how else could we plan it out?
You make me feel problematic
I'm not
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
convince myself
But that's not the way it feels
Operator, oh could you help me place this call
'cause i can't read the number that you just gave me
And while chasing an elusive snowflake
That was determined to reach the ground
She bumped into the businessman passing by
And nearly knocked him down
to heaven and let Pac hit it (aww)
Future rather hang out with Jada than hang with Will
Shit I feel the same way that that nigga Future feel (I do)
I don't
an einem Tisch sitzt)
It’s Downtown walkin’
Sweet mouth talkin’
The great Big Apple way“
Just get your broker
And any other joker
Money day by day
Jim
outside the door
Come hear a tale of Halloween
And one October not long past
Jim Nightshade and Will Halloway
Would never be quite so young anymore
Fury,
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