the sea with each new generation, You're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace That is rapidly drowning the whole human race. And every fish that swims
don't for a second i'm being insecure but when its so real, its a love you must adore no i wont beat around it, its like i jumped now im drowning in
1965, I ain't too young to know this That was President Johnson now but it's (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush [Chorus - 2X] We from a town where (Georgia) Everybody drowned
rap monster Crossover good, a turnaround jumper Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers You know where it's going, it's going down yo This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown
she love the way I think L'Oreal all over my bathroom sink, Betsy Johnson all over my bedroom counter My pockets too deep, I f-ck around and drown her
Young Money sh-t, she love the way I think L'Oreal all over my bathroom sink, Betsy Johnson all over my bathroom counter My pockets too deep, I f-ck around and drown
my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki This is for my niggas wheelying them Kawasaki's Shout out to the vakiees, salt fish
Twirling in a cloud of unknowing Silence, violence Twirling in a cloud of unknowing Aluminum siding salesmen Drowning in a sea of alliteration Relentlessly
There lived a Fish, The King of the Fish The King of the Fish was not happy He wanted to be more than just to be the King of the Fish He wanted to
I don't think you should wait nor a minute more 'Cause she's a girl that you've been waiting for Funny how the noises that I'm making Can't drown the
show Allyssa Milano who's the boss. I'm stealin' Spice Channel minus the sound, swimmin in Baywatch then pretending to drown. Then I'm going fishing
Salt water is no danger with your feet on solid ground You can cry yourself a river, but it don't take much to drown I got a picture in my mind Fighting like a mad fish
around? The last I heard of Heidi she had moved outta town Keepin' the place tidy for some high payin' fool One night she thought she was a fish and drowned
Up in Massachusetts, there's a little spit of land The men who make the maps, yes, they call the place Cape Ann The men who do the fishing, call it Gloucester
tha ladies, get on tha dance floor and just get ur ass on come on come on and just [Chorus x2] fuck tha fat lady, lean over to tha trap lady sane fish
boys For Greenland sailed away The lookout on the cross tree stood With a spyglass in his hand There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whale fish
me All the doors are locked And you can't find the key There's fish in the sky And there's birds in the sea Cause you want me And you need me You're drowning
Well, well, well Well, well Well, well, well Taskmaster burst the bionic zit splitter Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter We lean all day and