Lyrics:
my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring
Out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom
Pair of 3D
kite
They tried to take us for clowns
Sparked by a wire
The Devil's whip makes a similar sound
They burnt down my crazy town
Katherine spoke to Jesus
this fetty and I'm talking by the mill
Ok
Same mothafucka got you got
Be the same mothafucka want your spot
And the cold part about it is they know that
Yeah
Oh na na de na na na na yeah
Ooouuuu
MBROOOOWN, yeah
On the realest sound, yeah
MBrown on the realest sound, ay
You know that you're priceless
rather think it through' play it by ear
Trading with caution
She won't admit that she need me
I want it all now i'm greedy (greedy)
There's enough here
just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my maccoroni baby i get up
In that ass and act
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
I am not merely an economic unit, I am human
How far off are we that, that can sound confusing?
I wanna strive for more, but oftentimes, I don't
Tom Jones?
I've never had a Burger Joe
Had flipped and fried up on his own
Put your meat into the pan
A barbecue for all the land
But you can't serve
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while
that it? Nope!
Purple Rain by Prince
Blues Traveler Four
Toto One and Four
Riot Brand New Eyes by Paramore
Father John Misty Fear Fun
Talking Heads
changing mine
And she's a libertine, and tape every Fri'
So the answer's no when you're a party hoe
Can't love a thot that probably fucked Tom
Dick and Harry
don't
We'll never make it
Tom snow
Holy shit (what)
I thought you'd never shut up man
But what do you care about that chick
But you've got dozens waiting
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
the scrolls
Then months later it was, then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old formula
That was stolen by a new thief
The journalist watched it,
Look hit em' one low, hit em' one high (look)
Played wit' his life now that boy he gotta' die
Gotta' die
Damnnnn
It's Tom wait
And I'm still posted
Stephen Fry
Jeez, I sound like Pyrocynical
The kind of guy that find it difficult
To say anything nice
He's like the pinnacle of edgy teens
Trying to rebel
I came here for sanctuary
Away from the winds and the sounds of the city
I came here to get some peace
Way down deep where the shadows are heavy
Conversation's rapid
Theatrics of the common man sound tracked by crackling havoc
Night had colluded to morn
But from inside you can't discern
Paul asks Luke does
on the weed
That's why I'm winning by a long shot, sometimes I might Diddy rock
I pity the fool, but never sit there and watch
Too busy getting my own, I'm
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
A body washed up on the beach
His hands were tied, his skin was green
His nose hung from a tear, his eyes were open and I swear
That they were
this medicine's counterfeit
I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)
Checked in at the Royal Garden
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