Lyrics:
sites, him and her, broke up
World star, Nah right
dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all write
found out, friends fake, couldn't even facade
and
This is where he grew the food that he could
And smoked magical bushes
From hollowed redwoods
He bathed in the lakes and
Slept out under stars kept
Ahoy down there!
This is Balloon Admiral Sky T. Buffoonery
I’m coming to you live from waaay up here
Talking to you waaay down there
Who want to fly
(DTB, that's a slap)
Ocean blue tint, I'm a shark in the Benz
We don't rap at all
We just talk what we live
You can run off, I'ma off a nigga kid
If
Yeah, you know this game
A nightmare sometimes, man
Real talk, we still tryin' to
Live our dreams out though, you know
This lil' nigga named Jamal
grabba
Good chi
Good chai, karma
Good greed
Good God, I'm one
I'm like fee-fi-fo-fum
In this bitch
Big steppin' with a bun
I got business,
independent
STAIN THE SEA - INNER STREAM ( written by Inés Carolina Vera Ortiz )
In one world
where everything projects from me
Doing things "right"
from beyond my cornbread made by Jiffy and we don't do Krusteaz
(?) gang them swishers and them mouths you keep away from me
We full of lean shout out
nickels
Even pennies for thought for short
I need connections
With big bank selections
Securing all the sections
With sing-sing corrections
my son, even if the future looks black
Too many young lives tainted and too many lost
Some relish in their mortal triumphs, ignoring the cost
This
the credits roll then its known who did what
You see my name lit up big as fuck
Acknowledgment for a lot of shit
Punch lines the critics didn't get
Metaphors
to the stars, and just been broke right after
Like, you know how embarrassin' that is?
All my, everybody like, "damn nigga, you know all the celebrities, nigga"
shots to arise (brr)
Some live, some die, headshot both times (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shooter on coke lines, had him seizin' both times (ah)
Ayo, mink
the bitches and niggas, they live wild
In Detroit, where you find the dope game is shitty
In Detroit, where the bitches show assholes and titties
In Detroit,
motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
her answer MISFIT
Picked a girl up at the trainstop where I live
Took a drive along the beach by the ocean
Talk about the dreams we had while we
as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spittin' and I'm down with the Queen
[Queen Pen]
Radio play just really advances my chances
With big time niggas
Bada Bing by Benny Banks
[Hook]
Certified Banks yeah I do the damn thing
I'll send a man in Bada boom Bada Bing
C C C Certified Banks yeah I do
and friends seems the bullshit was at no end
I can't pretend surprised I made it this far, thought by now my sanity surpassed the stars
Never knew I could make
olds are chasing P, blazing weed
15, Henny mix it with coke
Get smoked by a kid that’s just 16 years old
18, Realise chicks are just hoe’s
They would do
happen to mine?
Progress is a linear illusion
I was blinded by my own narrow vision
The big picture is a circle
And there's no room for miracles
Nature
and niggas, they live wild
In Detroit, where you find the dope game is shitty
In Detroit, where the bitches show assholes and titties
In Detroit, where
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