Lyrics:
runnin'? Don't be hurrying
Now don't be shy
You're just a little boy who
Lost their family inside
You don't remember
But she's burdened by a plague alas
No
of all the little things she said
I waste my Sundays, I wake up Mondays, with Mr. Heartache walking by my side
Two people watching as the world went by
And you gotta play by Kinja rules / Pullman Stop! / Paperman How about my water? / Pullman Hold you hosses I come to dat Look at da chambermaid, she mighty
to The Pearl
But Mr Fister, he must of missed her
He couldn't find her there
She told him eight and now it was ten
Now he's crying in his chair
Maybe her work
gonna meet
That very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard
daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A."
The note said, "Mrs
a Perc on my dick, she start itchin' like ants on her
Blemish her soul every time I have sex with her
I'ma make that ho nut 'til she turn into resin
From girls that is toothless
Yeah my game ruthless, yeah my car roofless
Spit that "Through The Wire" over Chaka Khan
Ruthless she said she had a friend
to me
Don't love and dove
Her too much boy
Or else she'll leave you see
I've learnt this through
Experience my heart
Still needs repair
It's been broke
The spotlight, I hope she can handle
She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Event having sponsored by some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with
My baby, she may not look
Like one of those bunnies out of the Playboy book
Well, I'm sorry bout that, Mr. Williams
But she's got something,
Play me some pimpin', mane
(Jason Rich on the beat, bitch)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's
close my eyes: complete terror
A stationary free-fall seemingly never-ending
I'm aware of everything, it's too much
Overloaded by what's going through my
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
She said, "Mom, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA"
Well, the note says, "Mrs
Yeh
It's Mr. Me motherfucker
It's Mr. Me
Im from mountains and the hills
Where the green always growing
Racks in my pocket lowkey don't show it
Left
gonna meet
That very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard
dick Tone that's her favorite line
I just be coolin
Getting head while I'm working on my music (Yeah)
I got yo chick right by my side she got her lips
experiencing it are often intimidated by
And it’s something that black people have
And then as Black women I think it’s this type of magic
That It’s almost
huh
Next to come in was Mrs. Cow, uh, huh
Next to come in was Mrs. Cow
She tried to dance but she didn't know how
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Next
the chicken pox
I was J and knockin' boots right down the socks
She was freaky and wild, oh man could I call it?
But when I dropped her off, she had stole my
my wallet
I couldn't quite believe that why a hoocher-coocher?
But that was my first experience with MINNIE THE MOOCHER!!
Minnie the Moocher was
Mr Red Sparks
Say she wanna ride with me
Say she wanna come and slide with me
Wanna catch a vibe with me
Say she trying to grind with it
Trying
a star
Simulation
I'm an avatar
In my day dream
In an alcazar
She no good for me
In and out my god
No no good mami
Bitch you need Allah
Animated
Elevated
I
the haze, pale in the clear
"Where is my sweet boy to carry me home
He died in the tropics and left me alone”
Cries Mrs. Harris, a shadow of life
Infinite
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