Lyrics:
disappointed friends
And by the way you're on at eight, that's when the show begins
Oh, Aaron, what are you going to do?
(Man)
You make big promises oh so
the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
overextended. He thought that this situation would be very easy to handle, but it seems like he is battling an opponent who is incredibly experienced in dark
On a warm and lovely evening in early June
She was lookin´ pretty and he was hummin´ a Nick Lowe tune
How do you talk to an angel? How do you find
My youngans a slide back to back in them whips
Came a long way man from bagging up nicks
Bro in the lab but no he don't rap man he bagging up sticks
hell no, that's Santa Dawg
You ain't ever heard of Santa? Nuh uh
Santa Claus, Saint Nick? Nah
Kris Kringle? Man nah!
You ain't ever heard of Kris
christmas joys
Tito had just one desire
That he gets a new guitar
But he wants a guarantee
That it won't play out of key
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldn't go?
Ho,
My man full, he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup
For a punchline on duct tape
Wo-Wo-Wo-Worried 'bout if my butt fake
to handle
Sham 69 were left in a shambles
Generation X was next
Elvis and Nick Lowe
They had a go
With the help of the Attractions
And Joe Jackson
Lowe's
I'm on a roll
I gotta go
Thank you to Mammaya Athamma
Gave me the gold, woah
Man that's a wrap
You know this Crohn's disease got nothing on me
I
the bitches I done upset and
Or the ones who wanted matt over me, that left me upset and
Wanting vengeance, but then I realized it wasn't my problem no more
Man
Lowe my visa
Lowe my bands
I might fly out one of ur bitches
She don't want a waste man
Said u too complacent
That's why she giving me her face
your own spot (own spot)
Started off sellin' them nicks, you doin' your shit, went and got a whole block
Puttin' that dick on this lil' bitty bitch who
tryna bring a nigga down (Down)
That ain’t it patch, must’ve thought we was clowns (Ha ha)
Smokin’ gas helly loud, in the money I'ma drown
Feelin' like
Or Rag-time Otis!
The lady ain't see light
Can give a horn a fair fight
With a cornet man
A rootin', shootin', ever-tootin' Dapper Dan
Who carries in his
work at Lowe's
Swervin' on and off the road
Smirkin' faded, bitch I'm blue
Brain is fried hands, Hypno too
There's no help me catch that ghost
Now I only
the Mac no lee
Still a man shoot with ease
Who said who said
I never aimed that glock and the ting was jamming like Ben
Got bail three serious charges me
to do that shit
Til I found I was really that guy
Who you know still rock a 59
I'm really that fly
It's all flight
See, I never really felt 5'9
Felt like
so betrayed.
Her cold ways made her anemic I’ve should’ve seen this, that her game was foul play. But if her nick-name was heartbreak then who made
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
Aight, keep all that, keep all that
of Nick's wit' my sack for the whole day
Drive-by's, that was road rage
Then we park and hop out
Learn levels to this whole thang
Old school, play
NIBS
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by
twenty
Sense it and get slapped by the big bap (grr, grr, grr, grr)
You could still get done by my flick-shank, dip that
If I flip that, man wig 'dat
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