1. |
Chum Lord
01:50
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Verse 1
Just rolled into town
I never stick around
When the boys in blue come
You know I got out run
All my suits are fly
In my sick ass ride
If you scratch the paint
Then you’re gonna die
Verse 2
I rent out the suite
Eat the finest meat
When I come inside
Yeah it gets real quite
I don’t make no scene
But it’s a thing to be seen
Order 4 beers for the table
And 6 shots for the road
Outro
I’m your chum lord Baby
I’ll call you later maybe
I’m your chum lord baby
I’ll see you later maybe
Ill catch you around
On the other side of town
You can come and talk real quick
But baby I’m way too slick
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2. |
Phat
01:51
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Verse 1
I’m just a fat fuck living in his shell
But I can’t lose my sense of self
Gotta know who you are gotta know what you be
I know what you want and I know isn’t me
Chorus
I look in the mirror and I hate what get
I look at my body and I can’t forget
But I’m waiting and waiting and waiting for a call
But it never comes at all
Verse 2
I could never guess that you like this
So every opportunity I get I miss
And I don’t wanna cry I don’t wanna die
I just want another chance to say goodbye
Chorus
I look in the mirror and I hate what I get
I look at my body and I hate what’s left
Just give me a sign one that I can see oh help me oh help me
Final chorus
I look in the mirror and I hate what I get
I look at my body and hate what’s left
I’d rip it all apart if I could go out with you
I look in the mirror and I hate what I get
I look at my body and hate what’s left
Just give me a sign one that I be can see oh help me oh help
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3. |
Chrome Dome
01:34
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I was sick back in 92
Had the sickest Let
Varsity starter jack on
Cause I never forget
Tinted windows in my dads Camaro
It gets em every time
But I’m in the same car
And I’m 45
Yeah here I am
The guy your mom called a jerk
I’m out here having fun
Where’s she at work
Got my place all to myself
Janine took the kids
I don’t know why but I
could Never hold my jizz
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4. |
I'm Terrible At This
02:43
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Verse 1
You got me up
On a Sunday night thinking of you
Talking to me I don’t think you know what you do
Im such a loser I know it doesn’t mean a thing to you
I’m such a loser I know it doesn’t mean a thing to you
Chorus
You got a boyfriend
and he’s a lot cooler than me
You got a boyfriend
And he plays much better than me
I just go on and on and on
In my head
Tossing and turning
Baby I’m sweating bullets thinking in my bed
Verse 2
I don’t know what you want
You want from me
You just want nothing but baby nothing ain’t never free
I couldn’t make a move
even if I tried
I’d tell you whatever you wanted
Im sorry if I lied
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5. |
Braddock
01:40
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Gun in my hand
Intel in my brain
I’m not making it out
With this fucking rain
GOTTA FREE MY BROTHERS
From the damn VC
I don’t need no air support
air support needs me
I don’t step on toes
I step on necks
If you hold me back
Then you’ll be next
Nobody can stop me
For I’m a killing machine
I am death
The last man you see
2x
BRADDOCK
BRADDOCK
BRADDOCK
HO HO AHHHHHHHHH
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6. |
CBB
02:49
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