Lyrics:
Float
Written and Performed by rspace
(S. Williams, L. Williams)
You had me floating baby
Got the whole damn place
up in the stars
When you walked
to call me ya blood
I gotta be good
For you to see that I'm good
From Hype Williams
To No Ceilings
To Trap Trillest
To In My Feelings
I, pop a wheelie
Off
I don't want to hear from you
I don't want to talk to you
Thanks for all the damage
Now I'm checking in the hospital
Strapped me to the bed
Heard you
party in pyramids
With Saul Williams while reading the Manu scripts
Of Alex Haley
Inspired by the diary of Nat Turner
Because the life of Anne Frank was
moved to tears
Just by seeing these trees being cut down
These trees which stand in the way
But not in the way of William Blake
On the path to walk
Willie's hat from him
And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow
To catch his hat by force
And the rushing in the Clyde water
Took Willie from his horse
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
properly
Geography was invented by Eratosthenes
My wariness of hubris derived from Sophocles
One mid summer night I dreamt of a time
In a quiet Hamlet where
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Lower your tone yea
(ahhh)
I’ll be there in a minute yea
(ahhh)
Know
Kick up some dust and then go jump in the leaves
I could be your William Shakespeare, you could be my muse
You could tell by the way that I'm walking,
William wakes with his clothes on.
The morning call has been and gone,
And he might not make the flight but he will try.
Bit by bit it comes back
Time for rum and some pirate songs
Oh captain my captain!
Whitman turning in his grave
As he hear this
Crazy mad rhymes slap
Last captain William's
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
a Draco in the closet by my bomber (by my bomber)
Got a diamond rope, call me "Tarzan" (burr, burr)
Got the dualie lookin' like a Tonka (yeah)
In magic
(Hit-Boy)
Uh
In the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change (ha)
Thinkin' damn, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
And all I
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Yea
Dèja
I can see
That you been watching me for a minute now
bars and they way too creative
I'm a smart but i'm a reckless kid
Loved by many, hated by less
With bro's and dargs hope u don't get bit
Don't follow
"Thanks Joseph, awesome music, uh, that was a good idea"/spoken by Dr McPherson in early april 2020)
(Verse: From "Cuse freestyle"/written late april
Cruising through Temecula feeling irie
Dirtyfest vibes organized by the Dirty Knobs guys it's a reggae party
Craig Mitchell Charlie Williams Dick
rol
Ek mis die Sally Williams nougat by die Groenkloof Spar
Ek mis die lekker sagte leer seats van jou nuwe kar
Ek mis die koffie met die skuim op en
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: ricci, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
(Ladies, sing)
That’s my dick on Monday
Missing that
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