Lyrics:
the pace
Start falling behind
And tryna catch up isn't working at all
What's next for me
What's going to album once this album drops
Will it reach your ears
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,
your way by using prayer and meditation. I have even found that grounding myself by touching the earth, and placing my ears as close to the soil as I can
softly in my ear
Check the side view mirrors
Shit be closer than appears
Hope your wife stay clear
Leave your ass up in the rear
Hope your life top tier
God, oh my God, oh my God
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave,
attendants
On board fucking me tonight
I can takeoff and touchdown
On the same high
Dragon breath kush is all
I blow across the damn sky's
Mesmerize by your
Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time
One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will
I lived in seclusion for a couple of years
In a german farmhouse just drinking beer
And every morning I'd wake up with a smile from ear to ear
of the wackest veneer
Releasing a sound that's attacking your ear
(Wait, is that a mirror?)
Yuh! It is; reflecting your fears
Showing exactly what's seen by your
of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the idea
From this point
"For real.
Everybody's a star, everybody shine
("Shine. Shine. Shine")
Follow your heart and not mankind.
("Kind. Kind. Kind")
For real, for
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance
I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
my life
By trick or treat
My album drops in your sack
I speak freely
Fuck all these dumb broad
Whorey females creepin on my shit
Can’t call me
more to go
And it might go by slow
But it'll all be worth it
When you put all the work in
Talent doesn't matter
All that matters is your mindset
I need
shit and your boys all slumped
I played my album and all my boys jumped
Your girl was twerking and you just got dumped (Ay, ay)
She sucked my cock while
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive
I'll shoot your black ass!
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love
Our songs would play in the car
White album knew it by heart
We would get lost from the start
Driving on the 1
Going a hundred and three
Never took
to your ears
The topics of the songs all differ
but refer to damage, it's a concept album
Some tunes are tight, some are soft
Just don't give a fuck
you out in the street
I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat
Dial-up to your network and make your files delete
Count to three,
ridin by
Lookin at The window shy
Saying goodbye to your eyes
Man I'm feelin fine right now
(That could be The Hook)
So why we fucking ridin by
Looking
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