Lyrics:
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Ah
Just do your thing, child
Just do your thing, child
Do your thing
Truth be told, I got the ball on a string
Carried the weight of the world
such a Peeping Tom?
Little pervert, bring it on
Yeah, bring in a wrecking ball!
Yeah, c'mon, knock down the walls!
You'll find nothin' you want
Just us
thing
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be
how I walk
Heaven seems so close, and you're the key to that lock
I'm a little shy, sappy things make me cry
A bit of a weeb, please give anime a try
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
Body these niggas and throw em in the bin
(The bin)
Focus on two things double Dutch
Ho's coming to me they wanna fuck
I told those bitches you too much
on the Cheetos
Don't think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I'm
the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware
things and I
Know they don't get through
She looks for love and a reason to live too
I wish I had those things to give you
But those things you've gotta
Little boy, little girl, little everything on the edge
Falling down, falling down, around their knees
With pockets heavy with hopes weighing down
It was "Liberty or death."
What kind of hat is a three-cornered hat?
Did they all believe in liberty in those days?
Nobody who was anybody
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
complete
Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate
Another style for Praswell to translate
For those who can't relate to stay down my,
em in your ?
This thing on your mind and when you ball those clothes these drive your car
Will you go to those club, will you fuck you with your
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never
I know about killa California
Badmon no fear fi haunt ya
But we no care about not a thing at all
No if it kill, we buss ya boy
When I leave
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish: (to the rubber girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence,
with the hands of a clock
Good can't help but do a little evil
Evil can't help but,
do a little Good.
Who's that singing in the kitchen by the stove?
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
the vine
The branch said see the true vine si
Spread out your seeds
These lil boys want money and tree
But by those badu things I'm not intrigued
I like
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