Lyrics:
Marisha Ray
Marisha Ray
Marisha Ray
Yo from outer space she come to fuck up your face
Fists BLAP BLAP like a plus-one mace
Ray's droppin outta
you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
'Cause if you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin
an opinion
That is out of line
With the status quo at least
You are allowed to be
Objectified by men and dress like a slut
But don’t own
Your sluttiness and do
You wish on a party underneath 'em
Way out there where it's easy to see 'em, stars
Yeah, if they line, tonight you're gonna
Thank your lucky ones
you, thank you
It-it's so hard being the best
It's so hard being humble
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
Did you get the money from
respect, no change
No women and everybody shits on your name
People see rock stars, you know what I'm sayin'?
But you still try to get out
More like
this gift tonight
Thank you to the Northern Lights
For guiding you home
They made me believe
Asked the stars
To bring you from so very far
With all my
the quickness
Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you come from
I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm smooth
To hold on to
Ohhh Oohh
Beautiful
Ohhh Oohh
Ray of light
You glisten from within
Spark of life
Now your dreams begin
I thank my lucky stars
For who are
Hope
Baby girl you a star
Don't let them tell you different
Oh my God she a star so I gotta thank her momma
From the start she been scarred so she don't
have to get a hold of you
You're lucky to find a few in your lifetime
Thank God for lifelines
These days I come home every Sunday afternoon
Mama always
Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
Our wond'rous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was
only ever ignored
You gave me a helping hand and never wanted rewards
Thank the Lord I’m excited for everything that's in store
Dinner by the shore while
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
Our wond'rous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was
Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
Our wond'rous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was
Although you're a long ways from me
But baby, I wish you were near
If I ever get lucky yeah, an' win my train fare home
Well, if I ever get lucky buddy,
the sun rays to shine
Positive thoughts in your state of mind
Hustle smart, that's the way to grind
In these days and times
We need the sun rays to shine
(Jimmy Fallon with British accent)
Thank you, uh, next up, Cliff Calvin, the mailman from Cheers?
(Jimmy Fallon as Cliff Clavin)
Hey, thanks a lot
Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was
the one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
Uhh who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you
You’ll thank what’s right with all your might that you met Peg Malone
I’ve come to tell the story of me gal from County Clare
Hard by the River Shannon,
the quickness
Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you come from
I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm smooth
gotta put blue makeup on
your face." I said, "you can piss off! I ain't having none of that!" They said, "You f'king will, if you wanna
star in
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