Lyrics:
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
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The single son she had last night is buried under her
They say that the war is done
Where are you now, my son?
An old man with unsteady gait and beard
growing back
Life makes you rethink everything you know as fact
Sometimes it's after the credits just like a bonus track
Charismatic enigma
Trying
on earth by finishing the work you gave me to do. 5 And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began.
Jesus
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
instead
Get you two bird brains to can it
Like you were two cans of Campbell soup
Now dammit you can just shut up or get cut up
Okay now you clam chowder
James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryna hunt that,
like an MP5 lad
Then Chill's brought the green like lettuce
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
down to hypothermic temperatures
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Got some plaques on a couple of your tracks son
but
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
it now
Get your loud voice ready
ONE TWO THREE
COO-EEEEEEEEEEE
You got it
WOW
Whenever you feel you're too far away
And aren't quite sure where you are
Uh look
I let my efforts validate me
These words are a bonus
Traffic stop you got no motion
I'm a diesel locomotive
On these tracks conducting
Till
got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
ayyo
Come her shorty where you goin'? Ayyo
I lay like some semen, drinkin' some Henny beamin'
Blowin' bitches backs out leavin' 'em all screamin'
I
A telling you
Chorus
I was living life on the fast lane, like a train on di track
Use me as di perfect example, look at me an where am at
I was living
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
guarantee this
Joseph's brothers said, By Allah, indeed you know that we have not come to make mischief
In the land, and we are not thieves
Joseph's men
as you love it at this point
You don't want to do the point where you can get the money
But a lot of people fall out of love with it
Because a lot of other
born to survive
Tonight it doesn't matter where you
Are, from different contries
Everybody tonight are F fREEDOM! point
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause
a pyramid
A forced to be reckoned with
Fuck with the best shit
Like the strongest manure
I'm ready when you are this is it
I'm in the lab cooking up all day
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