Lyrics:
When I was in the toughest time, I met you
I have been rooting for, for you
So I can't get it all that you don't wake up in their dreams
Like Berlin, oh
greedy and your vision is blurry
Big, big Rollie
Berlin oh Berlin oh Berlin oh
Showcase in Berlin I love it so
Pull up in a big Mercedes (Ooh wooh)
Big
consumerism, times fly by - those 14 years we try
Berlin '75
We'll get a handle on it, keep your head light
Turn and face the sky
Berlin '75
Watch how talk about
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
Are you sure . . .
Are you from strabourg or was
He's a russian spy, he's a russian I think.
I think so.
Get him.
Hands up!
Oh god.
What's goin on?
You
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
Kyrie Irving
I been runnin' round in circles
Tryna find myself but I'm still searchin'
Hit the gas now I'm all geeked up Steve Urkel
Step up to the mic
of givin' up
an' throwin' in the towel
I'm gonna keep on fightin'
fair or fowl
until I get em!
I'm gonna em!
I'm gonna wear my jewels
an' my
(yeah)
'Cause black men, we go through enough (oh)
How can we get up off the ground, when we steady tearin' each other down (how, oh)
I admit that
just tryna get paid so I never swayed
My spirit was bubblin' Now I been makin' it rain
On top of my game by makin' me covenants
Like, oh yeah
Ayy, one
The work and get compensated
How I'm running my operation
Got no time for your conversation...
This winter I hibernated
I'm lookin so calm and faded
Word
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
Bitches crazy but I'm stupid got no sense so I get ruthless
They ain't used to this, they grew up 'round that goofy shit
Solo, I hate groupie shit, my life
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by
The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from
Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from
Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job
presence I feel like Santa
My Kodak moment yea bring out ya camera
I stay lit watch me spark up this candle
Kyrie Irving I'm harder to handle
Watch like tv
me, meet me in Berlin
What you're doing in a sin
Oh meet me, meet me in Berlin
How can I again begin?
20 Years now passed me by
When a letter catches
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
I already know sometimes I be living wrong[00:08.28]But it's about how can you make it up[00:13.37]Yeah[00:15.12]Already know I
do perc's or get Xani'd up
But I keep the smoke
Some people broke, they money funny
Don't repeat the joke
Watch how you speak to folk
Stay on ya toes
fancy shoes but Ion dance
And everyday I'm touching paper bitch I gotta get them bands
Yup, yup, I'm punching in once again my mic fucked up
He was only
in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
in my ear, you see them hoes jock?
Bitch there's a whole lotta rocks up in this powder watch
I'm writin' letters to the pen for my brother Irving
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