Lyrics:
This ain't no harder than drivin a big wheel
through a Georgia cotton field, man
This ruthless
The original game detector
Yeah
You know what I
'Lost in Paradise' is the most
Intimate song on the album
I would say the story about
That one is, I wrote it by myself
For myself, just for a really
a fuck about your foreign
You could've saved that money by exploring
Not the world, I mean your inner self
Spent too much time chasing the wealth and lost
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
funny when I come around
A&R been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run
check this very album cover
I'm about to smother the
Ignorance out you motherfuckers
You sleepin on this Teacha
Let me get you out them covers
No time for
believe it's been six albums already?
Why, it seems like only yesterday
That I single-handedly started this two-person band all by myself!
And definitely
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
real (For real)
No coming back for real (For real)
All of that stuntin' on the Gram
You ain't foolin' me, It's an act for real (For real)
I got all
logos all
Over the concerts and shit
For a meet and greet and you gotta meet the
Execs and they daughters
And they'll show what they just bought her
Real
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
really does hit differently)
I ain't really 'bout that gang shit (Nah)
I would kill a man if needed however (For real)
But that topic not suited for this
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
the FUCK you be
What? It's Fiend y'all
Put me in the ring with real MC's, and watch em run for cover
And hiding in trees, to escape the mic that I
It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard that
Let's take it back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
hope you wasn't there
So when you ask for help, no I don't care
You ain't drinkin' real Act, I can tell by the smell
Your girl just text me, said
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
Shipbuilding was Suede's contribution to the Help album in aid of
Warchild for
Bosnia. It is a cover of the Elvis Costello classic and not
could never speak cap, no management
Album made it all by myself, I'm one-manning it
This the victory lap, it's happening (woah oh oh)
Turned a couple
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
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