Lyrics:
Look at your phone
Your all I got
Written By: Brandon Jordan Davenport
Sung by: Brandon Jordan
Album: The Rise of Neptune
Dated 10/28/21
performing my tunes
Fresh off a heart break a bounce back sounded good
By the end of July
The internship was over and my only coworker in the mall stopped
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side
Rien
by Jacques Higelin
Album: Alertez les bébés
Rien, je ne veux rien
Ni savoir qui tu es ni d'où tu viens
Rien, je n'attends rien du tout
Et si tu
were the stories thatwere told
Said he wanted to be a football star
Most could probably see him making it that far
By age 10 he was studying at the best
were the stories thatwere told
Said he wanted to be a football star
Most could probably see him making it that far
By age 10 he was studying at the best
fearin' the pen, 'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
[Forte' - Verse One]
Yo, Call my lawyer
They ran up on me son,
thrill on elephants
Till the buffalo guns
The greatest of all times
This time, I'm not go'n say no names
If you not one of the same I suggest you
dwóch
Ta pierwsza płyta to poprzednik N.O.J.I SLU
Dziś brak mi słów by opisać szczęście które dzieje się
Bo robię swój najlepszy album RPS wydaje mnie
niedlich
Dann lass dir doch mal von deinen Eltern erzählen was gute Musik ist
Die hören wenigstens die Beatles (Phew!)
Du hast für dein Album ne Woche
F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt
Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box
Sowas nennt man Zwickmühle
Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch
F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt
Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box
Sowas nennt man Zwickmühle
Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch bis
First rap album I owned had ‘Dope Feen Beat'
In the grade school, had a fool suspended for a week
I called my teacher bitch, principal a bitch
In
Yeah, a lot changed since the first Coke Boy album
But then again, not too much
Girls still out here poppin' their boxes
Kids out here smokin'
another album by dis evening
Dats another billboard banger
Yo Hayes, Yo Vare
Phase 1, Newtown
Rise di bomber, stammer
Hammer to di copper
Proper
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
Rock 'N Roll Never Felt So Good
By Gwar
I met her at a donkey show
Off the America Must Be Destroyed album
Sucking on a cherry Yoo Hoo
She was
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its
Frankly, I'm disappointed, I'm appalled
And brother I am unbelievably hurt by the fact
That you have morphed into something to me, that's not real
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