Lyrics:
I don't care if you O.D
Don't care if you get burned like a CD
Or shot down by police
I'm only worried about me
Feds charged me with possession
But I
Otherwise, it is in the counts of few Mississippis that your lifespan is truly measured
Facing your fears by confronting them and conquering prepares
Rage, it beckons me
Search forgiveness and find nothing
You will die, by the hands of a demon, the beast inside
Prey, new affection
Charmed with
a grave
You're not safe, mess around, I'll spray
Lotus flowers layed on the ground
For your fateful day
She a groupie hoe
More money coming by the second
My
break >
Lovers, kids an' fools!
< instrumental break >
Hmmm . . .
Words and Music by Marvin Hamlisch
and Paul Williams
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
The reason is, your spirits are attentive:
Harold Williams: The man that hath no music in himself,
Roy Henderson: Or is not mov’d with concord of sweet
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
month of may,
And the green buds they here swellin'
Young William Green of his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly she came
William Astor
Underground
I heard a baby cry
Happy couples passing by
Doing it all for love
Blood and Stone
The baby’s breath
Spoke so clearly
Nobody knows the dead man
William Blake knows Nobody,
He heard his name by the banshee.
It was like a sick lighthouse
Who didn’t know his misty
on his sleeves
Fighting for Scotland with William Wallace
Yes fighting for Scotland with William Wallace
Yeah he a brave heart
I will be, on top
who is this at my bower door
Calling May Margaret's name?"
"It's only your first love, little William
This night come to your home"
"Open your castle
be woah
Imma hit it like Serena Williams
Fuck you dirty, what?
I like your girl, Imma walk up tough
I don't hold back, Imma say you what I want like
The son was killed by a robot
That William Afton designed
And that's why he died
The Afton Family
my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song
I said to hank Williams
How lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing
distracted by ya friend (Oowe, I want him)
I can work em. I can twerk em
Rip his pockets but won't hurt em
Take his pot and watch me stir it
Hit the lights
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