backpack, watch em' all piggy back Switch up my styles, they all complain but see Which kids next year sound the same as me! The same shit, yesterday was like
promise Monster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit Dodge vapor, labor days are major A sir Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like
and cuts his hand, but Showing nothing, he swoops like a song She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?" [CHORUS (She)] All the way from Washington Her bread
satisfaction [Verse 1:] I'd rather be chillin in a casket- Than livin in this madness Feelin like a captive In prison, like a savage Depression from
m cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter Pull up a bitch she be like osta la vister Heser thought dats what they all say skeezers I just fucked her yesterday
fan fresh like it's easter Pull up on that bitch and be like Osta Laviestah Heser thought that's what they all say geezers I just fucked her yesterday
time, You got a nigga hooked like salmon on the fishline. Smell like baby powder, strawberries, and cream, The candy man from New Orleans would like
mama, I'm making it rapping So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case Like yesterday, my
chance Cause they know I keep birds on me like a branch They hatin' but we ride right up on ?em like a ramp They run like it's ants in they pants These
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey [Verse 1:] R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie Remember when they could
him. Why the fuck I own the world when I can?t share it with him? Bust his ass, so I just want to break bread with him. Crying in my mansion as I?m holdin
't like it money, ok, bye You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye Now go that away, go that away The world hating on you boy just yesterday, But like I said
like a song She cries "Where have all Papa?s heroes gone?" CHORUS (She) All the way from Washington Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor We live for just
last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like
on my chest in the morning When I was sick, Mary had the hot soup boiling Didn't know why, but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed
cooler than a fan fresh like it's easter Pull up on that bitch and be like Osta Laviestah Heser thought that's what they all say geezers I just fucked her yesterday