Lyrics:
Living on the street
Tonight's a lonely place to be all right, oh lord
The rhythm of the city, I don't find it pretty anymore
Like I did before
been runnin' up a sack
(Runnin' up a sack)
Fuck it up tonight and then get
Right back in my bag (Right back in my bag)
All I wanna see is both hands
of picket fences, word
Yeah, Off-White on my sneakers yeah it's on tonight
Trust my gut in any instance either wrong or right
Yeah, made it this far nigga
old
Only 364 days to go
Max got his bike
I swear, that kid
He's got it parked right by his bed
Jenny sure loves her puppy too
I'm not sure just
said that its bitter
Then I said go buy another
(Cole)
It was just her luck
But the girl got struck
By a wood chuck chucked
But
How much a woodchuck
on bercardi tryna get lit with you
We been getting too high, let the vision move by girl if it stays than it is true
Girl let me give you my sweatshirt
tonight you're
A be entertained by; ike willis on guitar and vocals; tommy mars on keyboards and 'jeezus'. you're also going to be entertaining yourselves
is in Heaven
Even so let it be
You know the story
When real see real, we recognize
When you see the steel flash, you petrified
Steve Jobs seen death
raised by my mother
Fuck the other side rival gang or parents
Let's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris
Everybody feel the passion
Do a dance
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
Melle Mel and Richard Hell were dancing at the Taco Bell
When someone heard a Rebel Yell, I think it was an infidel
Adam Ant and Robert Plant,
a lady
I'm a serial killer
When I killed the Brady Bunch
And hide the murder material
In a cereal box
Even chopping Rosie's Dick off
And gave it to Ben
it's three seventy-seven
Bro, I'm so fuckin' excited for this show tonight
Hell yeah
It's fuckin' crazy
Here's your small bacon cheese, with a Coke,
shit tiny
It's a black swan event, not a black tie affair
This is fashion rebel drip, no cap, buy a pair
Steve McQueen, split Dior, seems bad, Max
the air if you tryna get stoned,
Tonight I'm puttin' on, I swear to god that's a 5,
Bitch I hit that high,
Yes I'm stoned,
Drinkin' on Obama,
It's
ain't claiming s**t
Can't put on a mask
By mask I'm meaning they front
Broke b***h be playing on cunt
All cool when i get it all ride
In live and you get
a show
Like what you saw tonight if it hadn’t been
For my experience in Paris learning
How to minimize and make
Design decisions, how we started with
Just
the party tonight
Party tonight
The girls dem whining and they looking so nice
Looking so nice
Red Bull and Henny and we mix it with ice
Mix it with ice
High
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
I got that Cole dick
I put it down like Cole and big Shirley
We roll around
Wassup now
Hook:
I’m chillin by the pool
I’m with my homies and all
of you motherfuckers wanna die tonight?
Cmon, don't be scared, please don't be shy
It's a bunch of lucifers coming out at night
I'm like Elphaba bitch, I'm
the incline coming, holy smokes my money coming
Pack it, move it, by the dozen
Tell him that we up to nothing, but you know we up to something
Packing bags
the fun grab a wreath
Feel the rush cause it's almost Christmas
Check the list nat King Cole
Get your Stockings up by December 24
Decking the halls having
to moisture
But you and I know it as Styrofoam
Which reminds me, tonight, on my way home
I need to hit the Kwik Sak
And for five bucks, I got myself
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