Lyrics:
ladies lined up
Shoes with built-in air conditioner
All 48 Mack trucks parked in position
Credit cards by the pages
You can't stop the helicopter
a stanky scene
Like look listen take some notes I start it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now
the memoirs, the lyric and the prose
I am the rhyme arena in the fire
My way is through the thick of it the jungle
I am the song you can only hear without thus
I stay in my own lane
I stay in my own lane
I stay in my own lane
And I don't like to
Keep a lot of people around me
I stand up in the water by
I need help
Girl I'll be damned if I die by myself
You know I feel so cut open (open)
The way I feel is too strong
but my lyrics are much stronger
racks
And seven years from now I'll be twenty already doing all of that
I'm getting tired of people saying they love me but do nothing to prove it
Words
Years and not leaving
My first priority's to reach
Twenty one breathing
Forever beef, nobody will ever be even
So I grab the heat before breezing
Lost in
Shook ones he ain't a crook, son
He's just a shook one
For every rhyme I write
It's twenty-five to life
Yo, it's a must, in gats we trust
Safeguardin' my
The purpose of these lyrics the source of my happiness without you
Nothing in the world seems to matter my honey honey honey honey
l don't even know why we're
Clipped in and I’m cockin drive-by stalkin
Fuck that car! I’m still walkin
("Buddy boy") don’t fuck with the
"The niggas, the jews, the niggas, the jews"
said we been dead
I beg your pardon
Accused of killing every show
May I beg your pardon
My Lyrics are heart packed
I can't be disheartened
Some niggas
Never could you copy 'cause my style's quite odd
Select the best concepts, context to rhyme text
Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech
We made it through
We made it through
We made it through, oh
We made it through, oh
Bongo by the way
I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can
lyrics rebel
Documented on record to spark my ? brain cell
I kick a style like Bruce, rockin' this rotten metropolis
Drugs, thugs and slugs, the scene
to the game, so
It don't matter what I do it never does
Smile for a pic when I drink in a club
'til I get so drunk that I don't give a fuck
Tables up in a twenty
Producer: Dave Nachmanoff
Poem/Lyrics Copyrighted: 2021 in the book "TWENTY-TWO POEMS FOR 2022"
By Joanna Jakubcin
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Nachmanoff
Poem and Lyrics Copyrighted: 2021 in the book "TWENTY-TWO POEMS FOR 2022"
By Joanna Jakubcin
_____________________________________
(Intro in D
Everlast is in effect
Gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's, 20's
100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta
ain't never, yeah
What you mean by yay, talkin' sellin' crack
Embalming fluid runs through Montana
Thinking going back and peddle weight
Pills that
of my fifth
You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Buying too many size twenty skinny jeans
The west treat me like I'm really
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
being chipped with sharp chisels
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still Window Shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp,
Riot For New Kanada. The track takes the form of an interview with Mr. Finnegan. Note that the poem at the end of the interview is in fact the lyrics
모습을 보여줄 것이다.
[CREDIT]
Composed by 지우근, 우정, LOKI
Lyrics by 우정, LOKI
Arranged by 지우근
Synthesizer by 지우근
Guitar by 지우근
Background Vocal by
.jpg/300px-Lyrics_Born_(Australia,_2008).jpg "Lyrics Born")
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