Lyrics:
All of these creative choices I've defended
Doing everything I can, feeling overextended
Am I lesser cause I panic and I cannot adjust
To these
we fucking FREE
We on ROADS, We Online
We need justice for bloodline
All I see, all I feel
Rage is running in my vein
Yeah I am calm, I am composed
But
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
at it take another crack at it
Can't hack it how deeply hooked i am like crack addicts
And I'm George R.R Martin with the pen
Cause when I write these
force iyoh by force
Dari da da da rida da da da da
Da da da ri da da da ri da da dahhh!!!
Your girli baby for my dm I de put her for line I swear
person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately they compensate me with blood, I don’t do gold
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
Against all odds,
Oh, poor Professor Higgins! Nine p.m. Ten p.m.
On through midnight ev'ry night.
One a.m. Two a.m. Three! Quit, Professor Higgins!
They really wanted me to do it
Huh
Well let's get it then
George Jones
Top of the morning
Lets give Him glory
Spitting my story
In cacciatore
That's
underneath another bridge that I burned
Is there happiness in a girl?
Am I in love or do I love having someone to help with distracting me from myself?
Am I
start to catch up to my past
Cause I stop dead center of the road (what?)
Singing George Jones, when I crashed at the light
Staring at my truck like I
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
Moved in your crib, burnt it out
That's a throwaway home
Let's be clear, I make careers disappear
Quicker than Robot Jones
Man your album should be titled
a reminder
That anybody can get it, the flow fire just like my ganja
Born and raised different so I go by some ethics and codes
A king that's on top of his
they'll bring you happiness and love
But life is more than just some lavish potions
I will show you
Who I really am
I'm devotion
I'm the rage of the ocean
Yo
Sometimes
You just got to speak on the matter
Am gon speak on this one
Yo
Clouds are gathering, it’s about to rain heavy
Believe it, It’s about
crushing George Floyd's neck
And yet I'm the threat, raw in a Metallica tee
Skater jeans and anything else that ain't blacker than me
So in the middle
songs on my album
I came from the ice in fire
See through my soul like my eyes are wiser
Hustle in the day in the night retire
And I require no night
fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next
sessions called art
I am artist
Dressed in paint raised in music shaped by film felt by vocals
With stories told by scars and ink
My thoughts
Have no direct
fighting foul and fire
We lit
Be the one to ease your mind and mile
We hit
By some Love Jones shit
Some real home shit
an album with me just talking to myself is well dull
So I have to lie like I'm talking to you
It's awkward and true, rap is just a guy performing this
Hank's and Waylon's and George Jones'
Don't know when it all went wrong
How we ended up inside this song
But here I am now, singing
Trying not to think
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
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