Lyrics:
to Friday stay bent baby
Plus stylish, sippin' on Bailey's Irish
My wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin' in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin'
must please ride in the back
If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight
Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks
Though the wind may
you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song, check it out
Well, I'm Imp
And promised us it’s succor, something to take us far
A mule and forty acres, our very own lands to till
And by God we knew we earned it by the sheer force
or two gram lines to get inside her head,
There's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed.
This ain't a love song, this is a fuck song, don't
The world didn't give me this joy, so it cant take it
The enemy is telling me that I aint gonna make it
But with the Word of God I cast down
Lord Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
Behold us in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy and hard to please.
Reading in Debrett of us,
This fine
It's time we do this on our own
With simple chords we'll write some songs
For far too long we've been playing covers
I trust my friends their my
mess
Every rock hides a crack
Every thorn has its flower
The plenty holds a lack
A desert in a river
Humankind is vanquished
Our playground is no more
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they
Washes pain from our eyes so our hopes could rise
[Aesop Rock]
Now, J.J. punch drunk, acts like a dumb fuck
Bum touched girls looking young enough
eating pork and beans
Viewing us listening to Weezer clean
Up our heart strings with hits
Gasp like pork and beans
Farting up your heart strings
Is this
we rock our blues away
And if Santa don't bring us a single thing by the rocking break of day
We're going to knock-knock-knock down Santa's door
never kissed
He may die tonight
And why do I want to ride with
The prince whose alleged horse is white?
Because when we ride together
Our lives are
& Cam'ron:
We guerilla breathin', we guerilla breedin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy
It's
Ah yeah hah
Mr. Scarface is back in the motherfuckin' house once again!
Yea droppin' some of that new
Mr. Scarface Two, on your motherfuckin'
advocate
Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet
Make dope beats, rhyming a song so unique
His beats are like shine, aren't cha, and the cast
The temperature is sixty six degrees
Split that in half come up with two threes
Thirty three years on this earth just for me
Crucified dead and buried foe my sins
First bar
First song
First project
Oh yeah you don't know who I am yet
First name knowledge
Last name morales
Stuck at summer camp
Missing my palace
through
Cause this is your song and this is our song this song was made for you and me
Yeah this is your song and this is our song yeah this song was made
Hypnotized Camp I call
We some treal figgas', drug heal niggas, makin' [unverified] quicker
Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas
Enemies is
hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this (Naughty)
Everybody's
the kind of camp
With arts and crafts
It's the kind where they make soap outta me
This attic's gettin' too whack for me
All I got is a bucket to crap
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