dreams of being a songwriter 'Bout the only things he's written down lately Are some orders down at Brown's diner If everybody's gone country like Ali Jackson
Strait starts dancing somebody shoot me in the head Last night I had a bad dream that country was going pop I seen Alan Jackson break dancing while
hurry up and pop the Dom and let me hit it from behind Since I'm only here for one night, I got to get you hot and heated Play like Michael Jackson and
no way to know yesterday Now you offer me love And I feel high, my guy Couldn't get much higher Even if I tried I bet you dine in restaurants With Michael Jackson
Look what we've done What about all the peace That you pledge your only son What about flowering fields Is there a time What about all the dreams That
it down like this {Let's go} It was all a dream, I used to read Vibe magazine Puffy and Biggie up in the limousine Hangin' posters on my wall Michael Jackson
want to live alone in the desert I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe I want to live on the Upper East Side And never go down in the street Michael Jackson
like a psychopath But still smooth and cool, just like a draft Leave the metro scared and petrol Ain't no half-steppin', so I don't sweat no mc Cause michael jackson
the beats, money came wit' ease But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He jacked another and another, michael jackson, stevie wonder Set
back so get the bozack The american dream, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than pat sajak's white bitch I'm bad ask michael jackson's dad about
ill Get away, carry on, and step Like the s1's, cause my crew carry big guns To blow up, anybody in the range And plus I'm bad as michael jackson, even
the corner of my back so get the bozack The American dream, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than Pat Sajak's white bitch I'm bad ask Michael Jackson
Georgia O'Keefe I wanna live on the Upper East Side And never go down into the street Splendid isolation, I don't need no one Splendid isolation Michael Jackson
Eanni meanni, I funk like Hudini No, I run shit punk, like Mussalini I'm skinny Kid like me dreams of tiny bikinis Ralph rocks a beanie Flips it, smacks it, do the Michael Jackson
And you cats kill me, It takes more than dreams to fulfill me Y'all feel me Cock the automatic, I'm systematic, michael jackson screaming And those emcees
but ain't sayin shit Quiet as a church on Tuesdays Niggaz say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson