Lyrics:
Galleria spree
Russ Wess with the ball throw it in for three
Big body Benz
Busting up and down the road
I'm tryna stay safe but they pressing for the smoke
I'm a prettyboy come and talk to me
We can sit by the tree sipping lemon tea
Reading magazines
Talking bout our dreams
Would you really dive three
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
I don't wanna, do we have to?
I don't wanna, do we have to?
Don't wanna go down and drink in the woods
We could get some mad dog and hang out in my
Ben looks, across at, the girl that, lives next door
He's a hedge pig, delicious, he knows that, she wants him more
Than Matthew and Peter, the tree
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
down there appears too thin to walk on, so there's no way to do it by hand... So, I'll need to use my lightweight remote control car to split the trees
Spinning the bottle
Let's get some tonight
Sit down by the fire
In the glow of the tree
You guys see the time now
It's a quarter past 3
Didn't have
shit was stupid
He transferred to Robert Morris, oh it's lit, we down the street
My class let out at 2:40, and his class let out at 3
Mama asked me
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
parents share often. When I was two or three years old, I was with my family at a swimming pool. The pool had a diving board and unbeknownst to them, I got
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford
and a satchel of gold
Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
She was ready to go, but where was he?
blasphemy
I pushed her head down and now she mad at me
Patron shots it got me turned up to the maximum
You fuck niggas can't keep up with the kid cuz you
stopped you is it looked like you were taking a pee over there by that tree, looks to me like public indecency”
“No officer, I was getting a blowjob from
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
(aye)
Twisting my tree
I'm cool, I'm calm and relieved
Got this shit by the leash (no stress)
Can you teach me some moves
Can you teach
Teach me some
Can
under the Bodhi Tree
My mind is sublime in Wabi-Sabi
Third day frost, The Cold Mountain Master
As I slow down, the time - it goes faster
Mind full
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