Lyrics:
And Jack-
The White House is under attack
Eight years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
And Teddy, too
Or Peter
Jumping out da gym
No Dominee, money jumping out da gym, gone
80 piece teeth, jabal with the creese
Shit look who it is, the white don my nigga
Got my
on it
Bitch close the door before I kick it wide open
Turn it up, favourite song blow the speakers out the rubber
Getting faded on a Sunday never staying
When I took my boat out to the White Sea
I had no care in the world
Not a cloud disturbed the sky
I was dreaming only of how it might be
Then
Peter, the protagonist, hopped in his car and drove
With the intentions of driving off a foggy mountain road
He skipped the bridge out by
dey inside the book (Common...)
But they judge the book by it appearance (Word up ye)
Oh.......ohhh, (Word up)
He go clear for their eyes Peter
grey mare?
All along, down along, out along, lee,
By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,
With Bill Brewer, Jan
Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davy, Dan'l
competition
Writtens glisten
You'd know it if you listened
If you didn't, you'd probably think different
I turn white owls into roaches, magician
And I could
from Lisa
When she whisper-yelled to you
That Peter checked out last night
At least you came back, I'll call that some effort
Fleetingly flawless by
Your problems by becoming rich)
Shit, aye bruh wussup?
See that white van parked outside
The trap over there? Fuck
Fools look like jump out fuck that is?
(i) some disquieting confessions
Peter rings the Casa Mia to book his birthday meal
He writes the invitations out with missionary zeal
His guests
it need the gauze where I bled
Wounds opened up, trauma swimming pools out my head
I'm surrounded by some folk who
Ain't never had to go through
cheaper only because they been freaking
While Staci at work or out buying things for Peter
Lisa start to get attached, so she trying to keep him
Now it's
Feel like I'm runnin' out of time, know the sun won't shine forever, forever
I got my mind on my money, on my money, man, fuck it, whatever,
I'm cancelled by the same exact
People that taught me that being
Punk is saying stuff that's
Real edgy and ugly but nowadays it turns out
Being punk is
That's just how I'm feeling man I aint fucking with these niggas
Ya digg
Its Guwop
Ralo on the beat
Okay
Cocaine white Adidas Pants (what)
And my
superpowers
You fuckin' cowards
That Peter Parker shit'll get yo ass laid out
Pull Shaq's Escalade out
Motherfucker it's
[Chorus]
Superman
It's
superpowers
You fuckin' cowards
That Peter Parker shit'll get yo ass laid out
Pull Shaq's Escalade out
Motherfucker it's
[Chorus]
Superman
It's
free now
And He bled out so I'm bleeded up
And He bled out so I'm bleeded up
I'm bleeded up, no typo
And I'm cleansed by the blood like a white coat
You
It's the R-A-P-S-O-D-Y
Yo
History say don't repeat her
Many years a slave, took notes from the Peter (yeah)
You should marvel at the fightin'
It's the R-A-P-S-O-D-Y
Yo
History say don't repeat her
Many years a slave, took notes from the Peter (yeah)
You should marvel at the fightin'
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand,
Least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew
Once upon a time in a land far far away
I tried to play but my heart in the way
This part a little harder to say
It's like a white girl trapped in
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