Lyrics:
He'll cum down the chimney
With his big old sack-age
Waiting ass up for him
cnd his package
What he sees, it's such a sight
“Hmmm” he moans by
lives in the Philippines, the land of the rising sun
But by that time, the damage had been done
The damage to my heart that's broke
What are you, a doctor
hearing us
Make beats in the classroom we were curious
Time flies now the guys moved on
All the old crews gone moving too fast and furious
Stress time
they don't be feeling you like they feeling me
And I know I'm that answer
Too old for this bullshit
Zoned out, turned up
Your gross must pass
I'm born in Seoul
Korea so I told
Left by a mother
Just a few hours old
She didn't hug me
When they took me
And gave me a hole in my soul
I'm born
on the right track
Now where do we go from here?
Sick and tored of worthless statements
Pissed off with the same old songs
You stuff your moral rule book
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Been waiting by the phone
Holding out hope
Watching old reruns of Saturday cartoons
Saturday Cartoons
Doesn't feel like home
Oh
Sitting here alone
that's Tay, Scz, Yared and Vashti and Dave
The old days send them away
The old me old ways I just dig them a grave
And I can still feel the sun on my
Ooh shit this party looks good
Yeah I think I might stay
The music hot
They playing a human named Dave
The dance floors full man
Get out of my way
like I'm curry Swish
I'm leaving holes in niggas you call him Swiss
Just call me Enzo Savage I'm so proud of him
I one night stand his bitch just hit
No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here,
They say hello, h-ello, h-ello
What even Cromwell spared was desecrated
I know you're hardened, hardened by the angel
Southall arches the can
lay down, woman
Warm by my side
We'll carve a hole in the world
Where we can hide from
Those sins, those friends
Leading us to dead ends
We'll be free,
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I hate the snobs from my high school parish
You ain't nothing like Dave Grohl
It's too bad he's a little too old
But you know that you'll never
me, you don't realise
Body language fluent but I hear it in your eyes
One thing I hate is when somebody telling lies
Been watching, look I got too much
Big H presents Bloodline militants dJ Marcus
Boy Better Know
Bossy, I'm on a tussle
But I will lick down a man
If he's got too much muscle
Wanna be
a money machine
Your girl like Gumby, how she bends over, fuck me
It seems that I've struck a nerve, I'm a boss, there's no one I'm employed by
That's
doors
Got my old-school Chevelle and it's ruby brown
And that car make that vroom-vroom, sk...rrrrt sound
When I pass by your place they say, "Turn down
you, I feel your godly status
Cast your spells, I lost my lively apparatus
I feel my mind shrinking, I'm losing all my senses
Return my old life, no
we just have to
Hit our knees and pray
Ain't too proud to ask God why
Gone too soon and full of life
More than just a father in law
You were my old
you all tired of digging holes
Tired of riding around and seeing all them bullet holes
Tired of good niggas getting snaked out by they bros
Tired
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
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