his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morning just the same Since the morning
that way is how the hood'll make ya The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but [Verse 2] Yeah, over like yesterday
like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot Everytime I turn my back, another y'all motherfuckers turn and crack It seem like just yesterday
so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! BELLE There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morning just
I don't embrace it Like I should But I wouldn't wanna go Backwards even if I could [Chorus:] But I still Like Bologna On white bread Now and then And
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