Bartender make it several Turn up the bass and treble How 'bout I make it metal I'm such a fatal fellow and shes the reason why Because without the muthafucker
Throw your motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky Nigga, don't ask why Red laces in and out of them Air Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter
that makes my dreams come true I feel lonely It's not easy to fall in love, so I pray to God above Lord, I need a helping hand Hey, Mr DJ play this song
you love your ground / high above the ground / and the earth you thought would end your song ?song? / lifts up and
and never die 'Cause death is the cousin of sleep Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie Oh, my God, just
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
to compare it to a beauty like yours Would give one pause Nothing about you is false That's why your love is real That's why your love is real love God
we'll find our way home Step after step, they drew me a town They drew me a fear and a need They drew me a God and they drew me some money Hiding the
keep around 'Cause they're the ones that keep me down I was born on the out and this is why I go in (This is why, this is why I work so hard) I got
he taught me this song .......?" Oh Maudie, baby, I love you Mmm, baby, I love you Yeah, you've been gone so long Girl, I miss you so Oh Maudie, why did
without hope But I?ve been lucky that I always had a song I?ll sing it with compassion, to try to right the wrong Once my life was wretched but why
don't have to go to Hollywood 'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song
in last years garments holsters under armpits chauffers and the charms lit and the coders holding on the dons wrist she got the ill will chain on turqouise boots sayin god son this the theme song
and the charms lit And a coat is holding on the Don's wrist She got the ill Will chain on Turquoise boots saying 'God's Son', this the theme song Said
my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come from
you done put your curse on me Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss Why I
, the fire marshall wanna shut us down Get us out, so someone can 'gun' us down We was two songs away from gettin' some cunt up Now, we one song away
feet And I see just how pointless life is Full on existential crisis Tear off my clothes and scream at the sky Fall to my knees and ask God, 'why?' [