Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Merch bin
And if they're listening
I'm really sorry
That happened
And I'm really happy
You caught me
I bought some stuff
Too
Different times
But anyway
and start the healing process, see
If I'd have never hit rock bottom
Would I be the person that I am today?
I don't believe so
I'm a prime example of what
on)
Daddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot, if not leave money and kick rocks
I'm a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up
At indie-rock culture you really
Can't ignore him
And even if at first dismissive
After some listens you'll enjoy him
I was thinking this on the L train
Intend
relaxation
They sang songs to take their minds up off that
Fucked up situation
I am, yes I am, the descendant (yes, yes)
Of those folks whose backs got
're the one they adore
Who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a rock star (baby, yeah)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can
're the one they adore
Who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a rock star (baby, yeah)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can
're the one they adore
Who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a rock star (baby, yeah)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can
'm sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
I'm a rock star
You got your
stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
They know
They know
That this melanin mean a lot more than you think
Fuck a king, I am God
My divine living mind is the start
I was here before
My wrist, a flooded piguet/
And this name you’ll never forget
I’m am on raw shit
Giving out toe tags, for walking
They all talk and keep talking
Never
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes
'm talkin' 'bout people that's
Dyin' for diamonds and the way that uh
They got uh, capa
What I want to say, monopoly over the country
And every time you say
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
I ask of you no wealth for it
My reward is from none but Allah
I am not going to drive away those who have believed
Surely they are going to meet
Young Money wanna be
Young Money want me on his very next CD
And Jay Z, he gotta fan out 'cause of me and who I am
When my next album drops, album drops
]
(Shouts) I am a star!
[Wife]
You're not a star Norman. You're
Just a plain ordinary little bloke and
Even if you walked down the street in
A silver
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
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