Lyrics:
fucking
Ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, ca, crazy I am
Who's crazy (Ryan)
which Ryan's crazy (I am)
And by crazy, I mean you're not the same kind of poop-stain I am
That's with my aim
Too polite, I don't get blamed
Got my fighter in the cage, Ready to take your life away, Goddamn
In your city you a dyke with some light
imagine
All You went through just for me
What have You not done for me
Where would I be without You
Where would I be without You
Where would I be without
I'm motivated by the way you move
Got me fixated on everything you do, yeah
Ain't no bussin' to the music without you
I could be Van Gogh, shawty,
J'me suis fait coffrer comme un naze, en gard'av' comme un trophée
J'déambule en ien-ch dans ma cellule
Négro j'repense au Sénégal, à l'île de
you, baby, without you, baby, they're ain't no future
(Miss you, miss you, miss you) yeah, oh no
(oh, I) oh, I (oh, I)
I miss you, baby
(Miss you
Crossover in jou helm een kilo van vocht
De gene die mij opzoekt, blijft als de gene die zocht
You don't get a space in my realm, als het van me niet mocht
nobody listening
I've got nothing but my shadow
I've got nothing but my shadow
Looking at a red light on Van Dyke
Talking to god about my life
How it
said doing my thing she say I know you living that life
I say shorty ain't a thing I just bling and my pinky ring told me you like to play dyke
She say I
can't picture you living the life
Without me yeah
Without me without me
Without me without me
Without me without me
But I really can't picture you living
but you still ain't white
This for Laquan on sight, when you see Van Dyke
Tell him I don't bring a knife to a gunfight
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
Ch'yeah
RedOne, Konvict
Gaga, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh-oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by
leaves that pass it by
No time to sigh
All them pretty women
Planted in a row
You see them in the newspapers
But you can't have 'em no!
No no no no
machine
Five Percent tint so you can't see a thing
Fuck her in the back seat
Put her on her knees
Make her bend it over
Mixin the birds and bees
Forty on my
the stars selling nics at night (Nick at Nite)
Some hated on me, said I’m tripping like I’m Dick Van Dyke
They let these bitches come bewitch em’, that’s
talk shit like Cortland Finnegan
Im getting litty, you bitches; J-Doc, without a doubt
And I'm a baller now, they say I'm ballin out
Im getting litty,
I’ll be a bird without a sky
You can be warm without the sun
We will drift by without the breeze
I will drift by without the breeze
I’ll be a bird
they hardbody but that pussy be softer then fabric
Catch him lacking i ain't playing this shit go deeper than rapping
If you come by where I stay
We get
answers belong to me
You will not eat, sleep, drink, blow your nose, or even dig in your butts without my say-so
Know this! Killing is my business, ladies
the microphone
I'm holdin', words I rip, egos I strip,
I make sucker crews kick Dick Van Dyke flips,
I get busy, they're dizzy, they start to collide they
Van Dyke Parks
When I desire company
I leave my footprints on the sand by a reckless sea
Hoping you'd come to me
And we'll explore what might
Hallucinations, Good Vibrations, Van Dyke Parks
Greyhound racing, Steeple chasing, The Reformation
Transubstantiation, Bram Stoker's creation
The Land
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
'll find i tried my best
I really tried for you
We're subject to the times where memories coming floating by in graves
We'll never be those kids again
Those
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