Lyrics:
ja tańczę cud
W życiu nie liczy się nic
Poza tym że możemy żyć
Ludzie mówili że jesteśmy chorzy
A dziś mówią że ich mój album uzdrowił
Nie chcę z nimi
Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER
l'm born and bred in pollution's grip
First three weeks fed by a CO drip
Ain't no breast
Passed
living your life then don't hate mine
Your opinion isn't relevant I'm just saying
I'm in the game your stands spectating
I got hot by being myself I'm
stories how i'm living my life
I'm like pac nas and jay and that kid from bed stuy
My mind is playing tricks on me
I'm scarface so i drop the album for my
talk our age
Godfather ting kiss the ring before we parlay
Of course I've been intrigued by the scene
I stitch and seam from the same region as celestine
it’s a mistake you can’t redo
30 mixtapes and 1 album that’s a preview
Still dont feel famous
Middle fingers to the camera man
Balancing raps like
Cali with a baddie passin’ cannabis
I’ll be in the valley somewhere out by where the mansions is
Heard about your album sorry that you had to cancel it
selfish baby
No more pictures or the wedding rings
Cause I'm moving on to the better things
No more stressing over little things
Working on an album cause I
drapieżniki walczą o wpływy
Politycy chcą nam zakuć języki w dyby
Gdyby mogli wszczepili by wszystkim chipy
Z najwłaściwszym przekazem dnia
Poznaj cenę jaką ma
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
Gangsters im Unterhemd, der Bulle rennt, guck, er rennt
Drive-By vom Benz aus, deine Gang bang ich auch
Ich nehm die kugelsichere Weste und die Panzerfaust
Pflaster, das Blaulicht flackert durch die Jalousien
Die Cops haben Seyed auf dem Schirm, als ob sie mein Album stream'n
Begleitmusik zur Blockatmosphäre,
erzählen?
Eure Melancholie zieht vielleicht bei Mädels
Aber nicht bei mir, man
Tausend Rapper mit beschissener Beatwahl
Wieso fragt ihr nach files by Bennett?
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
belong in your mouth though
Firm like you got the clout hoe
Heard you can't even run your own household
And if your life was an album, this would be
depression took a lot of courage
I pray by this time that you've been encouraged
As I take out the pain that was locked in storage
Hope the moment you listened
bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I do this shit with ease
Man, everything I ever made a fuckin' masterpiece
I'm
Christian?
(No, me ah Muslim)
Me did ah go tell you read yuh Bible
But alright, go read yuh Quran
(Respect DJ)
(By di way me love di album) Mad
(Me
Yo
Yo
This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no
Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make
to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still
version
Which was on the album Inner Circle
But this song is called Recreation
What? Recreation, recreation, recreation
I don't think- I don't think you
I select
Can be a higher threat then a man in a private jet
Flyin by ya set goin dumb fast,
Since Pun passed I ain't found an MC to admire yet
My
Young Rome
1st album
I'm here now
Yo yea
Let me get at y'all for a second
Yo I spit like no other
I let my flow smotha
Cities and burrows
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