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jeepers - brian wilson كلمات الأغنية

[verse: jeeper$]
all i ever wanted
was a couple million dollars
no wife or kids to share with
a cottage in north dakota
i’m the new brian wilson
but my beaches stay in florida
be crushin’ on rachel billson
orange county, california
on a date with the actress
from the parody p_rno
if that don’t get her attention
i’ll be flyin’ to toronto
see if darcy from degrassi
be down to braid up my cornrows
says she’s down to suck my d_ck
as long as she don’t get a sore throat
all i ever wanted
was a place out in the country
a convertible camaro
and frank ocean albums monthly
a nap at mezzo giorno
assurance that i’ve been thorough
in all creative endeavors
a licensing deal pr_nto
continuous investment
and never a single meeting
and i’d like to make a movie
not needing to leave my house though
i’ll just buy the rights up
from kevin costner to waterworld
dopin’ with the ghost
of dennis hopper
on my house boat
i’m your newest favorite rapper
but you still don’t even know my name
givin’ you the dictionary
you just want three words to bang
guess i gotta start construction
build a f_ckin’ trap house
turn the garden shed
into my own private studio
replacing all the 808s
with thx’s deepnote
fade_in every track
with a pitched_down keanu reeves quote
every f_ckin’ one of them
from my own private idaho
i got that sh_t for free
gus van sant still payin’ for psycho
should’ve paid attention
when my daddy played me per sounds
do not make the cut i think
was not meant to be made now
i threw up in the bathroom sink
i got some on my eyebrows
chewed up too much peyote
while i was at the powwow
thought it’d let me freestyle
but i still need this typed out
that’s how i get it perfect
guess i’m just too f_ckin’ highbrow
give me any f_ckin’ beat
just tryin’ to get this sh_t out
if i told you i was crazy
you’d be up on my d_ck by now
too much of my mama in me
that stress gives me nausea
but i could get f_ckin’ addicted
to the milk of magnesia
dad’s a buddhist missionary
call him father theresa
i guess i got that goin’ for me
hopefully that takes over
thought about a more uplifting tune
to end this f_ckin’ album
thought provoking and still playful
rap game hobbs and calvin
catch you prayin’ to another saint
i’ll force you to denounce ‘em
can you not see that
i’m in the middle of something
like malcolm?
call up all my haters
tell ‘em i don’t give a sh_t about ‘em
i guess i’ll thank them too
for that my bars would not be sh_t
without ‘em
dial some wrong numbers
so that i can speak to kids in china
tell them that we need our iphones faster—
hey, yo, hurry up!
i need a f_ckin’ monkey face
to express that i’ve given up
i be writin’ all these raps
for all the modern brian wilsons
set up a reminder in calendar
so you don’t forget
put you on the listerv
my newsletter be the f_ckin’ sh_t
a challenge of a crossword
weekly column from a jeanne philips
not sure that it’s abby
but she’s certified by angie’s list
hope you liked the album
if you did, then send me titty pics

- jeepers

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