all, we fight, we fall, so proud so small. And now I know how much we've grown and how much you've meant to me. And I ask...why me? Lucky, my luck seems
Meyer Lansky Mixed with Lucky Lefty, gangster effortlessly Papa was a rolling stone it's in my ancestry I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggaz never
Enemies think I'm finicky, nigga be walkin 'round here like a Kennedy Tend to be, movin like a centipede Y'all muh'fuckers still just Little League Now
save the children Women' s leagues All over the world Fighting for women' s liberation But who fights for The children' s liberation We are tired of hearing These little
okie do, they comin up shorter than little romeo i keep it movin air force from italy if you know me from back i kept it crackin since little league
college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum. Back to the Motor League I go. Once thought I drew a lucky hand. Turned out to be a live grenade of play-acting "anarchists" and Mommy's-little
like me My body's so sick, I know it's outlandish So come bigger, dream a little bigger, live a little bigger Catch up to me Lucky, lucky, I'm a star of the league
artist college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum. Back to the Motor League I go. Once thought I drew a lucky hand. Turned out to be a live grenade of play-acting "anarchists" and Mommy's-little
Shan VdP: If you got no scars to show for your progress, I guess you got lucky/ But with these calloused hands and a box of broken hearts, Ia??ll be staring
League Force Choir] He Will Die ! [Dream League Commander] There's No More Time To Waste ! [Dream League Force Choir] He Will Die ! [Dream League Commander
because were getting out, we're fucking gone. This caustic suburban sense of humor's gotten me in trouble more than a few times. We're singing "Lucky" by Little League
, Meyer Lansky Look what Lucky left me Gangster, effortlessly Poppa was a rolling stone-it's in my ancestry I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never
floor-punching macho pabulum Back to the Motor League I go Once thought I drew a lucky hand Turned out to be a live grenade Oh my god! Holy shit! Play-acting "anarchists" and Mommy's-little
[Intro] 9th, 9th's got them beats that you just sing to for no reason [laughs] Sometimes you got to get to know yourself You gotta travel a little bit
neo-soul bitches Head wrap, vegan, jazz, spoken word bitches They be actin' so pure and mannerable Get 'em home them bitches turn to animals Get my dick sucked to Trek Life to Little
