Lyrics:
see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq,
You know you fucked up, bro
You know you fucked up
You know?
Tommy Gun shit
How much wood can the woodchuck chuck
If the woodchuck looked like
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Hannah you're with me in spirit wherever I go
To the ends of the earth and all points between
Yard got boomed now the door's on the floor
Free my guys got got by the Jakes in a four by four
I know how to drip I got tricks up my sleeve
Water flicks
Next life
Next life
I got some problems need getting solved
Always got tools like I'm Tommy Pickles
Speculating on the next life thinking
How I
feelings
Keep hearing it's my time
This music shit curupted me
Yeah Ya boys up on the rise
Tommy's gots the recipe
Going through life With no rewind
Ima do
sprite
got me feelin right
Pops said I ain't livin right
I know
Demon like the poltergeist
Mess wit the gang
They lose their life
Droppin pigs
On a muh
bourbon ain't the best but it will have to do for now
She asked "How is Tommy?" said "My brother's doing fine"
She raised a glass and said "Let's get out
Wishing he just had a cape
I'm wishing we could just squeeze
Screaming Mommy don't stay
But Mommy wouldn't leave
What she did was call the Jake's next day
and superiors for her focused dedication.
And let's not forget Jake, who battled a habit that had a vice grip on his life. Recognizing the need for change, Jake
this is what you sound good for, this is your career
This ain't a shooting for the weak hearted, Jake I thought you knew
But you're canvassing your
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
Man yall already know what the fuck it is, nigga is Tommy Savo in this bitch
Danny Huncho
Ronka
Yea, yea
I gotta j no Cole in this bitch
I gotta j no
with her tiny judgemental forehead
By the bus stop i saw Lola's older brother Jake doing community service
Jake saw me
And pulled out his house keys
of yay in the bra where her titties at
And I'm livin' that for life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State
Listen close,
midnight
Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scramblin' for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks is learnin'
off for a minute in a relationship
But it was too basic couldn't save that shit
She wanted my life but I was made to spit
So I gave that up like I
like Acolytes
Terry Bradshaw, this the sacrifice
HOOK - Jake Palumbo
This is Rated E for Everyone
Wolfenstein 3-D, cheat codes for every gun
For every
I can load up a square, but don't throw no shapes
Pull up to the spot, i'm sorry i'm late
Bros in the back we got ragged by the jakes
I'm sorry
shit you never gone see
Run up that bag got whole lotta cheese
Gave you my all took a whole lotta me
I done paid for my life its whole lotta fees
Take
and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don't give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us
I sleep
I feel like Tommy, Keat
I know they lookin' for me
Tell em it's on, I'm out side
Keep my eyes on the ceiling for when I sleep
I'm Like Tommy
peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
them , they need me
They don't know HBEE provide for the streets
If you wanna go O you're not getting the bando keys
Just stepped in
And the jakes are
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