Lyrics:
Drugstores have more than Scope and Q-tips
Christmas time you can pick up a Christmas tree
Memorial Day weekend I knew just where to go
Would make my friends'
in this head of mine
Searchin' for an answer or some kind of sign (Some kind of sign)
Another sip of wine, shit is crystalline
Never really know where
To See the world beyond my own world and its wonderful//
Our first trip was when we took a flight to Jalisco/
Puerto Vallarta, the scene was unbelievable//
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension
With the glare but
the bag it was
Wrapped tight and snug
But in that bag yo, in that bag
45, guess what? (What was it Lyte?)
It was a box of q-tips a
Box of fuckin q-tips man!
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
takin' a beatin'
You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin'
[Q-Tip]
I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
I put the Q in crazy, it got me feeling like juice
I can record everyday but then I would just be diluting the music
I can go run up some money
robbed or sent to jail, or maybe
even getting her arm broke by some sadistic fool out the suburbs, right
And then she gets all that money and then she
of wonderful
Old men, trying to understand
Old men, trying to understand
With tears in their eyes
Its some kind of wonderful
And though the memories die
Theres
got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance
Whole pages
candles, let me get a look at your handles (ooh-wee)
You got a body like a sex scandal
So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch
Turn around and let
(Yuh)
Some little tips
To hold by yo' heart
Always keep it real
And do it from the start (Start)
So you know it's you
And you never confused
Knowin'
a trap bitch, she got bout four golds
She sell the gas by the Q-P and she cook dough
I got a corporate bitch, she make bout six figures
And she a white
got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance
Whole pages
got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways
That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance
Whole pages
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
candles, let me get a look at your handles (ooh-wee)
You got a body like a sex scandal
So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch
Turn around and let
to boot
I give a hoot, so when I throw out prose I don't pollute
They call me Q add a 1 add food and a few (fuck you)
Average it add some bids add an ex
Did you see the symbols and signs
Well how did you find me
I saw the stars align
What wonderful time yeah
Did you see the symbols and signs
Well
that goes by (I like to tell myself things will be fine)
What a wonderful world that we all could live in if I took it on myself to just forgive
Will
you, thank you you're far too kind
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines
Hovi Baby
We are really high, really high tonight
We tip
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
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