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of being a famous DJ just to find that I'd hate it
Always traveling, never home
Late nights in those stale clubs
With burnt out thirty years olds
And people
tanks for pilgrims
Pilgrimages seldom
Images of helldom
Tried to t-t-tell them
Science s-s-sells chems
To be distributed
By the undisputed
Ill machines
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
shuffling through another
late-night liquor-fueled Landmark scuffle
feet fixed in some PIKE's puke puddle
thinking this might be the last time
I know
have you gone?
Was I ever important? The late nights lend ideas, but nothing to gather actual progress
Years go by. The constant stare. The constant
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
and alerts
And a battle going between reality and purpose
There's balance or divergence
The door to our destiny is defended by deterrents
Yeah, we slip
some people out
Especially the parking enforcers you got me buggin' out
Charging 25 because I didn't want to be late
Since parking is so ass these
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
know at night, I just come alive
Fashionably late, I'll be there at five
My girl bad cuz she don't play
Keep a stick and let it spray
So much on my
couldn't be sniffed out by the snout of the most highly trained pooch
Very small chance of them making it to you in time
If they do Ill be outie then they
metaphors
Wooo!
A vernacular masquerade
Of the ventriloquistic melodies comin' from that vending machine
So don't be severely mistaken, listen to this boy's
It's late at night
I get that feeling running through my veins
You know it drives me insane
In the car, slam the door, turn the key and I'll be
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
bury you with
I'm not stallin'
Keen to be alcoholic
Halloween what a ballis
Tick night that we all want
Crawling up to my freezer
My knees are sore
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
your wife, or your husband, 'cause it's gonna be a late night
Late night, just right, yo
2 Man 2 Quiet, we're causing a riot
And taking the stairs,
passage we go open a black gate (Just go through the back gate)
Huh could it be and old lady reading a bible in bed watching TV
By the back door
Into
balling in the city think the shock is playing
Uhn, huddle up
Late night hustle till the sun is up
100 yard dash we can run it up
Still gotta keep it player
hero is my brother
Late one December I said I do to a grace-filled goddess
With eyes so beautiful they could shrink giants
And late last night I was
at your door ready to celebrate your victory/
While you on your late nights like Jimmy Fallon/
They like what the hell are you doing? You can't even be
heat so much and I be in the streets
The labels won't even barter with me
Love it when I talk about the trap
Late nights that Cali, comin' back
Za p's
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