Lyrics:
to anyone, this music is my outlet
Getting lost to all these pages, that's just how I meditate
Let's not talk about my past
I can't afford to contemplate
I'd
Yeah, back up in here again
From Medina to Marseille
You know what I'm sayin'? La Saga 2000
Takin' Francs to the bank
(Dreddy Krueger)
Up in
I’ve already made it
I aint gonna spend my days thinking about why i never made it
Like the pages of a novel at the bottom of a shelf
I grow stiff yet i
Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
I just want to say I got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn't
Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff.
Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip.
When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick.
Roll
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
passion when you hear my flow
Now I can tell you 'about my new home
Brand new car that's on chrome
But two years later that's old, everybody's moved
a sequel
Who's Novmb3r? he's sick
Have you heard his album it's lit
That's all I wanted to be
But I ended up a misfit
I'm insecure
I'm starting war
about making views
Make a song evеryday
Yeah that is nothing new
Shoutout record labеls
Bitch give me a fucking deal
You can make it 360, I'd still make
Last call
Y'all made it to the end of the album and shit
It's a dreamer's reality right
I let you in my life
Let me in yours for a moment
Just
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
roaming inside the mind
Of one young man
He goes by the name of Token, & he's
Come to express to you, what makes him, him)
This is a story of a
Passion
a jab
Hop on air bus's like a dollar cab
Chains and whips is an attraction
Fuck it I'm getting bored change chicks by the accent
Flip to a new page made
And on my fourth birthday
Looking like a photograph
We would all forget about
And only discover later on
With all the newspapers
Piled up like
swallowed you!
""I am Q"" - How bigots claim they the victim, not Amadou? Dialo
Forgot about the lynches at the barbecue?
Big dog: Marmaduke , Fuck bodyart
to leave it all behind you
You don't want to but life is passing by you
The hard knocks, got you twisted like dreadlocks
Catalogue your dark and set some
him, got to let go
Let it go
It's about that time to leave it all behind you
You don't want to but life is passing by you
The hard knocks, got you
to Leave
Turning pages on my life
Watching every day go by
Your story ends before you die
And no one cares
No one cares
the people made a vote and you fucked about
Rubbed it out like we don’t mean shit
When we pick what we see fit
For this fucking hour
So what’s next
More mess
large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain some weight, drink beer by the case, it's not too late
Become a savage,
page
About how much I hate my job
And my boss is lame"
We're not the same, I'm in my zone
I'm in my lane it's funny how it's money
That'll make us change
really all about a bag
I never changed up for a bitch
I'm really all for getting
Active, we double back, extended clips
Nigga give up any name
You getting
So you say it's all about credentials. What do you know about honor?
Surely you can overlook principle for some momentary incentive.
These are
Everyone's gone on without you
Finally something
Finally news
About how the story ends
She doesn't exist now
Survived by her son
And all of her brand
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