Lyrics:
underage I belong on stage
Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage
I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control
Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal
plain Dumb
Is it we the people
Is individual thinking becoming too Lethal
I'm just a nigga in the haystack
My records skip the needle
So whats
was under the weather
Didn't seem like I had it together, thinking he was clever
My homie, Dom, was like, dude, something cool must be in store for you
and scratchy for rock in the slums
Boosting in the boostiere
I give my favorite Goose away just to get a closer look at how the juices spray
Fucking tired
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
rid of you
Every little thing you do
I'm just clearing my head
I'm just here in my bed
Thinking over what I didn't do
How I messed up things with you
Told ray i need me a new one
All this gold on my neck
On the east where i lay and i rest
Keep a tech by the bed
Two sides to this shit
Why i flex
tho gucci Prada bag tho
L-Lay your ass down in my m-motherfucking bed ho
Yeah you Going out sad hoe yeah you going out sad ho
Gucci from them pennies
我不想再等待
Louis sheets on bed rock
You can have my baby
Girl, all my life
Ain’t nobody’s business
f**k what they say (ish)
我一直都会在
Louis sheets on bed rock
You
only be healed by
Brown Liquor, Babe
For this little pain in my chest
Although I know that its wrong
I find my resolve in Brown...
So maybe I'll just
I can't stop now
Ain't stopping just like its track meet
I'm in my own lane you can't catch me
I just been counting these blessings
Fuck the cops
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
I'm in love with my space, dying alone
Staying at home, you cannot fix it with a call
She say I'm perfect, but I don't know
Brown Jesus, but I'm needing
of a desert out in the desert
no shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue
Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
iller on some serial
Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
No shade'll live in my square blow the present Clue
Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like
Brown y'all, yeah
[Guru]
To my man Brian B, I remember how you used to be
You were the flyest in the club with three bitches doin rub-a-dub
You was
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
Don't wanna move or get out of bed
That rock 'n' roll's going straight
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde or die bitch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need
"Hey, Mr Brown, what's up, what's up?!?"
And he'll, you know, he'll calm right down
Says "Oh Dot, I just, I got out of bed the wrong side this morning, I
a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Sing them a lullaby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
Rock a by baby
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
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