Lyrics:
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
That boy gon' get the girls man, he gon' make 'em all soothe
In a bubble bath in the jacuzzi, might pull a yellow bone floozie
That boy don't
He's gettin dissed by society
When all he's doin is tryin to make ends meet
So when you see the trouble man don't frown
Cause what goes around comes
think I am at home
Ah, no no no i'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin' out this fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact,
lie, I miss lil' shawty, when you comin' back home?
Raised by Taneeka, everytime she do your hair, you look way better
I don't give a fuck about them
Ayy, come over real quick, let me holler at you real quick
Uh uh
Man, fuck all that talking, my nigga let's link
Bring your bitch ass up
holy spirit man he placed it within,
justified by grace thats so amazing for man,
if we see this, believe this we saved and freed.
We say "Jesus lead us
an impact then
And shaped the very man I am
Here's to all who, all who came before me
Made a young man dream, dream, dream
The heroes in my home wasn't like
If you drove by my drive on a Saturday
You'd see us popping tops in the cedar shade
No matter when or where it's what we do
You could take us
just wait a minute
It's gone, along with my big bad nickel-plated
Whatta you know? The fucker took my phone
I still can't believe that he robbed my home
and read a while
I read a story 'bout a man who lived just like me
then finally ate his pride and came runnin' home
and lord I'm a renegade, a rambler
I've
Homeward Bound
By Paul Simon
Feat. Mark Murphy and Niamh Ni Charra
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour
I was baptized at the baptist church.
My old man taught me 'bout a hard days work.
I learned how to love and learned how to fight.
It's where we
believe that he robbed my home
Whatta you know? I think he got to the herb
And the ferria, and the jewelery, and the Mossberg
Whatta you know? I can't
the man
A toy for the boy
The one that righteously will understand
And since I can't find her I
Guess I gotta make her
I creep in the night like a kinky
death by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little
heart is love but I'm the only mortal man
Who's allowed to kiss my Marianne
Don't rush me
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side
heart is love but I'm the only mortal man
Who's allowed to kiss my Marianne
Don't rush me
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side
He's got the personality, not even gravity could ever hold him down
He's got the sexuality of a man who can take a room and drown it out
Yeah
were to tell you
There's a fresh third part out there?
Which was found by a hip, new prophet
Who had a little
Donny Osmond flair
Have you heard
learn the hard way so the
Despair is what we know
Fixed incomes don't repair broken homes
Often fatherless though a man hold his own
And his driven momma
Man
You want a show? Better book it
Bitch-ass nigga (yeah)
Baby, nigga (go, go)
Still don't give no fucks (go)
No, no
You want a show? Better
in ropes
Half don't have a daddy at home, half doing dope
Habitat and hazard, they having stones
Niggas hassling, running homes
Like a habit but
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