Lyrics:
or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
the place that I hug
She probably just tasted my cum
I'm just a bachelor
Been told I'm kinda moody
Fuck it, I'm a Libra
Don't like it baby then sue me
This is
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
a riot
If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it
Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet
They wanna see a black man fall down, uh
They wanna see
or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
got problems on problems and bottles don’t solve em I really got nothing to lose
Coping by smoking and smoking the dope
And just hoping the rope don’t
album that shit is depressin', woah
Boy, I do this shit by my solo
I just left the thrift with some polo
Bitch I'm feeling fly like dodo
Bring that
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
Guided by the strange birds with blue feathers
Sometimes depression visits and that's when I use my wrist as a canvas
And let these powerful emotions flow
defined by
Old failure I'm a new guy
I used to like the adderall
Till I found my new high
Now I'm higher than ever
With God sittin in the blue sky
I used
a better album than blue face in two days
Did it by myself for so long I forgot how to ask for help
Need enough money to swim in Michael phelps
Y'all been
I got passion and soul
When the album sells I get wild as hell
And im by myself there's no signing deals
And I'm kind as hell but no fine to sell
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
a good
Time with some girls and watching
A famous group he was dragged from there to
The Whisky à Go-Go
And forced by Herb Cohen to
Witness one of our
or do I really see Heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothafucka
(We got that bounce for ya
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
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