Lyrics:
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
children to come unto me.
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In your refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the gutless passive observer.
Are you so
And even if I could it will all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
Not so bad
Dear Slim, you still ain't called
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
feeling
Even if it's unappealing
I just cut it up and peel it
Don't you dare get in your feelings
Something so wicked is walking my way
Don't make no sense
your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When
you're gonna do it again
So why, why, why you wanna do me wrong, wrong
Made me wanna write this song, song
Baby, I gotta move on and on and on
Baby,
hope so.
Yoko: i hope so.
John: okay.
Stay in bed!
John: look there's a fly flitting around. Just makes you laugh.
Yoko: what time is it?
John:
Don't feel like I ever made a
Conscious decision to stay six years
You just kind of roll the first
Four and a half years
Was me in the studio every day
to me
You done to me
You done to me
You're done to me
You're done to me
You're done to me
You're done to me
You're done to me
You made your bed
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
you're vexed
I can see it in your eyes and your neck
I'm like, come on dog, your wife is a pest
Just being a guy makes me a threat
Just seeking advice can
His friend it's his dream battle to me
Battle rap is street shit and you
Not make it up out one
So whether I'm standin' in front of the
Body or on top
understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can't ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors
'Cause
(knife by my bed)
I'm so paranoid, I'ma sleep when I'm dead
I'm so paranoid, I'ma sleep when I'm dead
They tried to get me and they missed, if we send
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
and now and then it gets a little harder to go through it
Losin' friends day by day
I'm in so much pain when I'm here, Lord, please take me away
I put
and now and then it gets a little harder to go through it
Losin' friends day by day
I'm in so much pain when I'm here, Lord, please take me away
I put
it figure, now who could this be?
Then I remembered those girls, it was one of those three
"We're coming to get you, Shanté, at six o'clock
So you
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
Sad excuses
So just stop it now
Sleep in this bed you've made
You made your mind
Stop it now
You've made your mind up
Sad excuses
You made your mind
Are
the same
Hold me in your arms again
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
I go alive
I
on doin' me (my joy, doin' me)
Now I don't know what else to say except, I'm so falsely accused
Tell me how can you judge when you've never walked in my
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