Lyrics:
that shit out (Chop)
Load in on the first (Load)
Whole thing gone by the third (Just like Marlo)
I used to trap off a Metro (I used to trap, trap)
and Calamity and Joan of Arc
I love the way she looks in her underwear
I lose my page then the plot then the book then I swear
She makes the most of her
want, be what you want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
You found me in the pouring rain
Crying out I’m on fire
You said come on in
And dry off for awhile
I tried to throw on all the lights
But you only
they was a pair
It was difficult to see you lay up in that casket
I love you forever Joan, losing you was so tragic
Yea
Yea
Hear me Out
If this
want all the bags (jheeze, haan)
Young nigga got shit (uh)
I just painted your head, red dot shit (bah-bah, baow)
Wrecked out, popstar on the block
Working with Wavy
I’m serving him dimes
Shout out to Jett
Got me writing these rhymes
Picking em off one at a time
Young Simba
You know I ain’t lying
Want
hang on for Joan and drink Bonet all day
So come on over to St. Feliu 'cause it's somewhere I've been and I want to take you there
You know that waking
to killas it ain't never been a thang (You don't want it with me)
And I can get in to ya if you feel you really want it
One of us ain't gonna make it out
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
too cheap/fa the sushi, so i’m bouje when i’m out here on my 2feet/In the Lou B’s not the Lou V’s/talkin red bottoms wit the spike heads/ you its too
don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
With you I'll sweat and bleed
To put out any fire and block off every plug
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
fuck nigga glow and you live by yo policies
Ouhh girl i know that you want it
Get to scratching on my back with all that moaning and groaning
Yo legs
you want my tears tell me your name
Give me you hand let me feel your pain
But for Kennedy and Jesse James
There's Joan af Arc and Kurt Cobain
curtains
I ran a marathon in high heels more than you've ever done, for fun
Of this, I'm rather certain
That's right, I'm a Joan of Arc but I want more
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
Love Somebody
Doris Day and Buddy Clark
Written by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer
Peaked at # 1 in 1948
DORIS: Love somebody, yes, I do
Love
Love Somebody
Doris Day and Buddy Clark
Written by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer
Peaked at # 1 in 1948
DORIS: Love somebody, yes, I do
Love
no heart,
oh god, like Humphrey, smoking cigars living comfy,
only in America, you gotta love this country,
I'm hungry, I want the bag of money from
on a rack
They say I'm too fresh like a tic tac
Walkin in drippin in all black
But please explain why you broke her heart its cos im a dick don't you get
Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your
were we? Oh, Dinner, Right
So what d'ya want to do?
She said "why don't you whip up somethin in the kitchen?"
Yeah, I said why don't you?
And then she
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