Lyrics:
what I'm talking about?
Sure it's scary, but you can make a lot of money with a voice box
Get a voice box, walking around the streets of Manhattan
"You
alright tonight
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter
It's four pages but my name ain't
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
Got an invitation to visit Manhattan
With my highfalutin' kin
Sent off to the catalog to get some clothes
Felt so stylish from my head to my toes
gangsta rappin'
Holdin' it down makin' it happen
From Oakland to Manhattan
If I was eight I be damn great
City to city state to state
Won't never be
""Frequented by displeasing memories Haunted by the creatures born of night Sunk deep in the dejection and distress Weak and powerless to severe
Good times
Are hard to come by these days
But I have fun, sometimes
Especially when I see a dime little thing walking down the street
Scoop her
to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin'
You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wrapped in plastic
Tell the captain to ask Rog' what's happenin'?
I
Milly Rock-ing through Manhattan
Kobe retired and Brooklyn on the bandwagon
Hundred bands in my pockets got my pants sagging
My granny still tell
part sucks to have to keep goin' back in on her
When she knows that I been on her
Since Back in the days in Manhattan after the matinee
When she just
Well I came down here from manhattan
To see the lights on the mall
But when I got here early this morning
Well I couldn't see any at all
So I
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Like in a dream
Somewhere far away, misty paths to follow
memories passing by, with every step I'm taking
Days floating by like in a dream
Days
Like in a dream
Somewhere far away, misty paths to follow
memories passing by, with every step I'm taking
Days floating by like in a dream
Days
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow
Ketamine illusions take my power to ungodly hours
What should I think?
What should I do?
Rewind
All of my attention to you?
Sipping on love by the end
grają tylko spedalone kluby
Tak mam na was haka macie kompleks polskiego szaraka
Który Boga błaga o trochę bragga
I by słów waga była jako taka
By wasze
The way a blackbird keeps pronouncing malleable
the whiter sky it moves against, the way this sky is buoyant
over muddy houses cowering, in these
How sweet are the flowers
That grow by yon fountain
How sweet are the cowslips
That spangle the grove
More sweet are the breezes
That blow o'er
How sweet are the flowers
That grow by yon fountain
How sweet are the cowslips
That spangle the grove
More sweet are the breezes
That blow o'er
How sweet are the flowers
That grow by yon fountain
How sweet are the cowslips
That spangle the grove
More sweet are the breezes
That blow o'er
Been here too long
Keep all their wickedness from me
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh
Woah, oh oh, ohh ohh ohh ohh
I was raised with respect
So I live by a code
a feather
Woven with words that made me believe
Blackbird I’ll walk beside you
You don’t have to be alone
So meet me in the morning
By the river without
The air is thin
The sky's turning pale
I sense your presence as the softening of rain
And trace of morning sun
Blackbirds lifting
Wings
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