Lyrics:
dogs go to heaven, bitch I ain't even seen the movies since age of seven
And if you play my music, hope you learned your lesson
That I can get on any
askin' where's the record that the radio could play
And I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning feeling fear
Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit
Free all my guys, they gon call me collect
And we talk bout the music and how I'm up next
Hurt me so much that they locked in the system
They know that
don't feed my demons
got this music in bones put that on my orthopedist
My flow hot, it's like I'm dripping with the hot sauce
Better than your local
(Intro Hook)
There's a Whole, World
Yeah (There's a whole wide world)
Funky shit in your local brothels, kehd (There's a whole wide world)
Get them
the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by
the railroad track
The engineers seen him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passin' by would stop and say
"My my, but
the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passing by
sittin' in the shade
Listen to the rhythm that the drivers made
The people comin' by they would stop and say
Oh my but that little country boy could play
Go
nasty habits is snappin' to make the haters stutter
Stick and move pursue that funky Latin groove
That O.G. Style provides that shit is beautiful
Oh shit
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
a different zone
I'm on guard like a sentinel
Never condone
Never fearful
Intermittent fast for the interval
But its back on
Music that they act on
I enact
say that he got woman but I bet he lied
I bet he lied
I bet he lied
You don’t resonate with all the music you provide
Play the part of being hard but
pocus
Half the shit we do I can't include in a song
But I can fuck you to the beat when the music is on
We go together like a shoe and a sock
You got that
away
I need to meditate, surrounded by the pressure
I might show up at your party an hour late
Better late than never
And you better play my shit
How
by the way you rep his name?
Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself
Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf so for
And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and
sing the last song on the album
to play by myself
I get fomo when i hear an orchestral piece
Cuz everyone gets to play it but me
It’s seems like i’m only playing music that’s mine
But
on their lips
Music by some 90s kids
All the twisted tunes they love to play
Take me away
Don't have to leave no
Just let me lean on
Your CK tee
I wanna go
So I'll escape in your words and into the music you make
It's absurd I hang on to every thing that you say
I was there in Abu Dhabi the night you took
of musical chairs
Line up the chairs and find all your friends
Someone stops the music
And you must be sitting or else you're out
That's what musical
of musical chairs
Line up the chairs and find all your friends
Someone stops the music
And you must be sitting or else you're out
That's what musical
like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my
like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my
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