Lyrics:
about a year since
I've seen or spoke to you
And it's been about 10 minutes
Since I told a stranger
All my favorite songs by Bowling for Soup
Lie to my
ain't no TV show ain't no
Video this is really real
Beyond them same old keep it real
Posin' for TV stars, drivin' big rim cars
(Streets be floodin', B)
try it"
I was blown away
By this new player they sent in
Straight from Canada, representin'
I got a shallow-ass grip when it comes to the game
But her
for your download link
I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
Does it gotta come down to this
In order to see things for what they are and what it is
We still might not be free up in this piece
Or treated
like episodes soon as I walk by
Man I'm straight pimping hoes by the age of 5
I work overtime straight pullin' dimes
It's a nine to nine trying to blow
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
She wanna fuck,
She seen this money fan,
I got her on her knees
Yeah, five minutes all I need with your hoe,
Now she work for me, (yeah)
Pop out bands
But it's meaningless like a bowling pin
But if I could be the bowling ball
Knock others down to watch them fall
Feels like a straight path
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
the alphabet at em they been catching z's
Bought some real estate relocate to bowling green
Coming straight out the gutter like a bowling team
Boy this shit like
ballin' like testicles bowling for dollars rollin' for
hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten
scoopin' change
Give up that it is never I'll do sixty six then double it
Come up in the works it's shoutout Tommy for the love of it
Plummeting's impossible it's easier
hater, label me a money maker
Straight heart breaker
Baby, we can be friends
I can soup you in my Benz
We'll ride, I'll let you floss it for your
from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop, Woop
that's them fuckin' police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
while I spit this
With the quickness to get ill
Straight on some mental shit
But for these three, this is more like a mentor-ship
While I teach these
the jewelers and flossin in stones
Chunky and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup
Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to recoup
That two point five million'll
When the lights go down
All alone and there's no one to trust but now
Cause you connect with the heavens above
Are you looking for someone to love
[Intro: Method Man]
Damn... yo, yo
[Method Man]
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
credit
And these video hoes on BET getting naked for
These video dancers (that) never did a jail sentence
And it's all so Jake and it's all so pathetic
Changing by the day, but we changed when our Savior gave it all
Got to give Him praise, and I thank Him for saving any y'all
Giving up my life cause I got it
straight for the top, If I see where I'm headed I'm making a slot
Coin that phrase you want to invest, I throw shade flow create a vignette
You go pick
straight
The hundreds with the big face
The money made me feel great
Like Tony the Tiger, when he get flakes
Talking the frosted ones
My heart was so cold
for the fuckin' rats
There won't be nothin' left of money but a soup bone
Big motherfuckin' DMX from the group home
Niggas don't mean what they say
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