Lyrics:
I wonder how we could move on
And pull together and manage
If I could save the mind
I'd help all my people get by
Life is too short to not evolve
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
never thought you’d let
Swim like a shark
Born for luck/
made for love
This album is dedicated to my loving father,
Jan Roy van Asselt, who sadly passed
should be by now
I tell "I get it in my own time"
In my own time
(God's time)
Oh my
I'm better than I thought I'd be back
When the bar that I'd set for
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
and did an album with No I.D.
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
Hey yo D, it's your nigga D
Uh-huh
What the fuck, you forgot about me?
You've been eatin' real good lately
Didn't get a shout out on your last
l’énergie du premier album, j’aime pas Superman Général Zod
Jm’aime plus qu’elle m’aime serais-je un narciss, 9.2.6 QG de l’artiste
9 2 6 QG de l’artiste,
on the stereo(on the stereo)
Vibes don't ah like my album on the radio(album on the radio)
Get your groove on, wiggle up like a rodeo(rodeo)
Break it up and down,
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Seen the rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
(Kevin Gani bring the body ho)
Let me remind these fools that I'm Doe'd Up
The little muppets I'm Doe'd up
I was gonna stop actin' bad but I'm
'ma mort, c'est l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d'cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
ago
We'd go away and work on an album for like 5
Months or something
We'd always have to hold the album
'til like August or September for
The perfect
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one
wage, shit i'm rich
Aye
Aye
Aye
Bitch
Aye
Bitch, aye
Never had shit like J.I.D.
I ain't tell you where i'm from but you know who it is
Im feeling dope
to the toolbox
Soul'd out like a shoe box
Iron out the wrinkles now the crew is hot
I ain’t doing no favors
Used to give tapers out in Wyo nigga
Now people just
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