Lyrics:
with my flow
x3
Go
I take the lead and they follow
I Tek the lead and they folla
I bad up the ting like hollah
I bang for the love and not da dolla
give her fun
I guess that you liked
The way i liked
To lace pumas up
But please don't go and try
To roll on by
Cause you ain't cool wit us
If it's
hence the quick fall
It's on, the sound of your voice in them brown eyes borders on
A light dream, i strike three matches by the window
Fall back
running from a battle, we fight
That's right, lesson number 1 in setting microphones ablaze
Or a 2nd hand move into a 3rd phase
4 is my favorite number when
Frontin on yo man
when ya "b-tch" walk by
What's up, baby
Can I get a maybe
Katt said you need self-esteem, young lady
So get yo ass out the closet
into the sky
I wish I'd be there!
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes at night when I'm closin' my eyes
some strange event passes by
Lightning's are crossing
would I be
Verse 3:
Now I can't deny,
That something inside
Keeps telling me that this could be the meant to be,
For once in my life
Verse 4:
I'm
built a tower to heaven
Panic ready now
Nightmare indiscretion
A bitter self revealed
By angels of perception
I found a savior
Naive hallucination
[Parody of "She Hates Me" by Puddle Of Mudd"]
Met a girl over the net
Saved our chats on a floppy diskette
It went well for a week or two
Then it
remember all the times that mom cried
My brother stayed strong by her side
And I stand and wonder why
There was three when there should be four
Maybe my dad
wanna
But a man is a father to his daughther
I can be ya role model
[Hook]
Verse 3
I talk bout sellin drugs cuz thats what ive done
Talk about bitches
on the meat of your heart
Suits by Mac Beth, your pen spills their blood
Wear your heart on a chain ‘round your neck
So every demon you meet understands
will cast you in the ocean's wake
O Santiago will you be my guide
And will your spirit travel by my side
This prayer was heard throughout Galicia
Then
some destination that it ought to arrive at
But it is best understood by the analogy with music
Because music as an art form is essentially playful
We
Alot of y’all getting by faking y’all raps
Imagine me now wit a face wit all tats
Y’all will have a lot to say about that
Lemme shut up lemme stop playing
home with the phone lines wired
Worked to tight, midnight rider
Three a.m. pull up right beside ya
I live with bats like I'm a fuckin' Dodger
Dressed all in white silk
A pale ghost she floats 'til
The snow is forgotten outside
By soft light of candlestick
Step two three four five six
Two
jestem bo nie tylko tu mam siebie
Czego chce ulica tego co ja chcę na pewno
Już od długich lat stanowimy jedność
Wielu by chciało być tu lecz tylko o tym
ostatnia płyta oby była ostatnia
Więc młodych loco w grze więcej trumien dla nich
Na nosy krzyczy „Coco" ten co 3 blanty spali
Bomaye Ali lapsy na jeden
lieben mich
Vielleicht lieb' ich auch dich, vielleicht aber auch nicht
Das werden wir sehen
By the scores transatlantic like Arabs and Berbers
time for games
I got ice in my veins
For real
Man I'm zoned out
No doubt bruh
Yeah
And you can tell by the way that I play
That I ain't bout playing no
Drive my vespa to the movies
The tire is flat no place to go
Parked it between two trucks
One man spits out and I took off
3 young guys the scene is
Fake comfort, the devastating kiss of death,
fake love, bitten by the deadliest snake.
Broken hope, you played me like a marionette, crushed
Abortion by the hands of the doctor and the nurse turns
the God-given blessin' into a human curse. She made the wrong choice.
I still gotta voice. Yo world
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