Lyrics:
want cuz I am who I am, PB&J but the glock don't jam
Walk in the club and these bitches be sounding like Kendrick Lamar cuz they all say damn
Drop a tape
Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they don't lose any sleep at night, 'cause
Earl had to die, goodbye Earl
We need a break, let's go out to the lake,
[Bliss:]
I guess that I'm just a jar drifting by the tide
And I hope that a star will lift me to reside
In the hands of a single soul that can relate
no time for phonies and kiddie games
A bunch of bitches with numbers and wrong names
I just chill, and cold mack at the jam
I'm buttnaked, the woman
Ek was op pad na die Spar
Want ek was lus vir jam tertjies
Ma toe sien ek jou da' staan by die till
Wa' jy werkies
Nog nooit so iets gesien nie
a Saltine, to A Ritz
Depending on, if She a Salty Bitch
Spread on some Jam
Strawberry with my Banana
Then Jam my Banana into her Snatch
Then have her Babel
and ham
Toast with butter and strawberry jam
(Prince Markie D): I love it whether the food is cold or hot
Put a burger on the plate, and it'll hit the spot
of clams
Blue strawberry kush, purple jam
The scan is cash, roller rules the big bag
A bag of rubber bands, stacks in a green rag
Nigga don't play with me,
No matter what you do, you're never by yourself,
School and homework were necessary evils,
Before you went out and daredeviled like Kenivel
Football
to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme
Crushin' strawberry, it's the jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury
I got no one to talk to
So I put this shit on you
Yeah I found that life just isn't all strawberries and fondue
Flowing down the fountain waiting for
do what's necessary
So stay outta my way when I move it can get scary
Have you leaking strawberries
Jam
I'm so out of the ordinary a black Jim Carrey
could see me
At the door
She be walking by
Yeah she be sweating me
Now my hearts racing
Palm sweaty
When she passing me
Another day
Another way
I get
And you’ll never catch him flying by the seat of his pants
And by the time he’s through with you, you’ll look like strawberry jam
Now are you still a doubter,
grand
A very sorry saint I am, I am
A very sorry saint I am
This isn't even blood, it's strawberry jam
A very sorry saint I am, I am
I am, I am, I am
eggs,
Strawberry jam...
Mind you, I can't complain, before I came here I thought
Scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the bottom
different and it's never the same
Let me whisper this into your brain
I just can't stop this feeling
Her skin smells like strawberry jam
Open your eyes
Leh we go
[verse 1]
Ah went paranging by meh neighbor (aye Miss Gloria)
And went by Miss Gloria (aye Miss Gloria)
I say madame what you have
permed our hair
So many treats at Grandmas
Cakes and strawberry jam
Aunts Uncles Cousins
All made me who I am
person who nobody missed at all
So the girls bought some land and a roadside stand
Out on highway 109
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they
Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they don't lose any sleep at night, 'cause
Earl had to die, goodbye Earl
We need a break, let's go out to the lake,
Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
And they don't lose any sleep at night, 'cause
Earl had to die, goodbye Earl
We need a break, let's go out to the lake,
the two cornbreads began jabbing me with their rods
Strawberry jam began to leak from my loaf
I said, alright you have my attention, what do you want
Mr.
know I've seen you before
With those owl eyes I can tell
You paint me a picture when I'm sad
I feel like strawberry jam
So please come by and please say
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