Lyrics:
worry, lad
I'll have our future suit your whim
Blue chip preferred
Putting it in a synonym
Perfect's the word
We're in this thing together
Aren'tcha
Getting pulled apart at the seems
While being shot down by cupid
I cant take these hoes (take these hoes)
Unless their naked and on all fours
Ladies know
Big Man (x4)
He's got a lady friend
And she sleeps around
Yeah she does it with the neighbour on a Wednesday
On a lads night out
When he hits the town
school like thieving dust caps
I got caught at 12 with food at school that weren't my lunch pack
They called me a dumb lad
As if I'd never heard it like
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4
crucified on Cruciferae
Four leaf clover, cross. Don't worry
This is the end our journey
Colonel Brigadier
Racketeer rookie with fear
Of the battlefield
He
Singing ‘bout days gone by
Samuel and Margaret relaxed
Rose was next to arrive
ROSE
(sighs) Being a captain's clerk is harder than I thought. I already
you'll find Worksop
Where I lived when I was a lad
In a house with me Mam, two sisters and Gran
One brother, a budgie, and Dad
At the end of our street
The Lark Ladies. The craze began only a week ago when it was revealed that starlet Charlotte Finley, was dubbed by Ella Lark…
REPORTER #1:
(Ella Lark is
Its just one of those days when you wanna jump the whip
And take a ride
And I don't need nobody else but my lady by my side
Its just one of those
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands up
Born2Build team will explode this club
New school faggots, back up and shut up
4 guys and a girl are ready
It's Ladies Night, yeah, and we hype
Heels, shirt, tights, and a mic
Like three the hard way we're doin' it our way
Rollin' and gettin' funky
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
claim
Dems repubs same vulture different wing
Same song just a different version that they sing
Generational stains on our brains still chained
Enduring
Ayy yo bro Boy you know what's up man, man we in the studio And we cookin' something real nice man Man this's UltraSound studios by the way It's your
Christ's righteousness
is credited to us
And making us holy
before our God
I need my blessings today...4x
Celebrated by legion... 4x
Ride on eagle's
Como se llama, baby what's your Name?
Just look at us now about to wear The ring
May we last forever guided by the King
If I had a choice I'd do it
?Sileste?
3:by our orchestra, Paul Sileste
1:rego maestro, allee
2:prego maestro, vada
3:please maestro, go
1:suno otto, suno otto di catania
2:sono Otto,
Dispense with the formalities and schemes
You may be contemplating
Foes are turning furry in
A hurry when transmogulating
By the pricking of my thumbs
the Sun in his hair
The fourth is the face of a lady
It's the last of thousands of idols
All of them are gone
Fallen and destroyed by dark souls
They are
running low
With our bold and hardy crew just
A fortnight out to sea
The cruel sea had taken twelve
And we were twenty-three
Four more days had passed when
ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
sets I've never heard of
Roll into town, and out with the big top
Four cards down, and two more still to drop
And when it does, I pack up and hit
Gentlemen, our benefactor on this Christmas day
Whose charity is only matched by talent I must say
A new member of the Alphabet City avant-garde
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