Lyrics:
all about it, read all about it, oh
Ladies and gentlemen, Professor Green
London, make some noise for Emeli Sandé
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
homie be scoring with ease
Ain’t talkin hoopin I’m scoring PTs
Pour up a Jordan 6 line of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet
to give a shit about me
Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is
On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same
So forever am I living staying out
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
right
It was a long night
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Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity [you don't freestyle]
Any
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
told me weigh it up and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve (Jerz)
Tray 1 got PT's and sold that reserved
I'm a hot boy,
drinked, I smoked, we talked
I admit that I told it all (our phone, we talked, it off)
From my good points to my faults (faults)
She said "What about
news
Everybody say
Extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
One, two, one, two, three, four
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
a chopper
See niggas tryna kick it
But no I don't play sucka
I'm all about my cake I'm
Tryna marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you
Know my whip game
about it
And they was usin' up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hangin'
Around the Police Officer Station. They was takin' plaster tire
on the crown that I mount, no TV
I'm seeing it now, no Stevie, I wonder about the needy
How they lost it all, but closer to god
So who really feeding they
loud, funny
And mad cool he kept it so real
With me from the jump, like
"Stay away from all these bitch-ass
Niggas none of them are your
Friends" Him
with doubt
But when we're all alone by
The fireside of our home
The angry words we spoke that
Day have forever gone away
Then it's love we talk about
crack to the city by any means about it
I could've been a tycoon, nigga, I thought about it
But a nigga still a goon, nigga, ain't no doubt about it
DC Hotel Pt. 1
Hello, this is the (bleeped) Hotel in DC.
Hello, dear. I left some items there, you were so lovely to help me. It was in the lobby
mission is to position my paw
And fold these others up
Even my brothers (wha?)
It's all about winning y'all know what's up
Playstation 2 taking you
too legit
Never judge a book by it's cover
Till you read a bit
The reasoning I've got a new yard
I don't sleep in it
Used to want a key to get a key
Now
art, chew peas
See, I am a meat lover, "till" it's one, two, three
It's something about a list, that might make me flip
I just, need some comas "fore" I
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y'all
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