Lyrics:
Answering all these calls
Notepads, pen and mic are my tools
And I'm only 5 feet tall
But I be making all of you look small
Plus I ain’t even tryna be cool
the streets, make money while you sleep, the devil
Tried to kill me but the lord kept me alive, now I'm drunk on the blood of Jesus Christ
Got my head in
hashtag ten four
I live for this and I’ll die for it
I wake up blessed every single morning
Im thankful for every single fan
Y’all make me feel like I’m
career!
A tan and brown briefcase, seven feet tall, is lowered in. francesco watches it land near his window. he exits the bungalow with a can of crisco
the choices we make
Either stand tall, or mandated On fours
Sedated by terror and fear, whilst those
Greedy for the dollar bill
Are ramping up our bills cuz
you know by heart
All the platitudes that made the greatest hits
If Friday comes and you're still around
Won't you stretch till you're ten feet tall
nobody's gonna come
Now they at home by themselves, looking fucking dumb
Ten to get in, it's a fee but you can overcome
I mean, what can I say, it's a good
how it is to live this life when you floating through the bullshit
Call me Pennywise
'Cause we all float down here
Devil grab me by the feet and said
CAN'T BE US
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Things will be different then
The sun will rise from here
Then I'll be ten feet tall
And you'll be nothing at all
Sonic reducer, ain't no loser
We'll meet the Devil
We've had enough collision invited by Joey Greco
Boy, call Peter Pankey
Swore you'll never let go
Black Widow entertain all my rebels
ain't no Thomas
He still cares
Next year we're progressing
By Gods' grace hope He's willing
And for the next ten years if He tarries I know that for Him
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
a tall glass
And I can see it with my eyes closed, now
Feeling like my life froze
I'm about to hit the ground
I sold my soul to the devil that's
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin', Gucci socky on my feet
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad
from some golden tomb
Things will be different then
'Cause the sun's gonna rise for me
And I'll be ten feet tall
And you'll be nothing at all
I
seventy-three: let them sleep in bed with you
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way seventy-four: make sure
keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores (trash)
Five always keep a glock by yo' side
Six real n****s stick
I join that was heaven sent
Make these devils lose it get out dodge real quick
These Challengings got mi lit charged up wit my sense screamin
Feelins
Well I'm goin' to rehab, goin' to rehab
Gonna rehabilitate myself by drinkin' a bottle
'Til I can't see at all my problems
Fiending for a copacetic
to the 90s!
For all why'all suckas
Aye Jinx, I knew they couldn't fade it
You Can't play wit my Yo-Yo
[Verse 3]
The simple to a methaphor, make someone
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