Lyrics:
'll bе too
If you let yourself fall herе
You won't die at his hands
Don't know unless you try
Before you even knew it, you could go and fly
How hard could
Well, I was, because it's recorded so you know... I did this a couple of... whenever it was... moons
and eons ago before this. So, just up the road from
clubs, nigga (Lord)
Pandemic got niggas eatin' like Action Bronson
Thanksgiving, catchin' the corona like Magic Johnson (you did)
Is it real? Is it
unfortunately, it never goes out
You have excellent concentration
It's good to be together again
See, I told you they were odd
Don't slouch
He took my
we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you
you've got 'til it's gone? (Uh, uh, what?)
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? (What?)
(Joni Mitchell never
over on your girlie cause you know she never says no
J-just get on the mic, just get on the mic
G-get on the mic, get on the mic Mike
Well, Mike
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
that's right
And we sure do it good and we do it all night
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road with a truck and four wheel
Jump
that old cliche.
There are certain obligations you just can't shirk,
You've got to put the heat on to make the kettle perk;
And if you want it to be
I know you've been actin' weak since you came in the do'
But homie you ain't got to be a hater no mo'
How can you live you life when you know you are
Never give up on a good thing
Remember what makes you happy [Whoa, whoa]
Never give up on a good thing
If love is what you got, you've got a lot
Verse I
Did you ever see two Yankees part
Upon a foreign shore,
When the good ship's just about to start
For old New York once more?
With tear-dimmed
Intro:
Here comes international Grime artist, Eyez,
It’s Eyez, man
I don’t box like Dillian Whyte
But I’ve got boxes if you’re dealing with white
bitch and
Her lips phat
I just rolled a bag
Then I hit that
You got her a bag
It's a big bag
You got her a ring
So she can brag
Little do you know that
George Jones & Melba Montgomery
Have you ever come home tired and all worn out
Life is gay and you're wonderin' what it's about
Still you find out
so low I could lay down and die
Well you never know just how good you've got it
Till you ain't got it no more
You never know just how high you
by the baby shoe
I said you got a chiled huh
She said yeah he live in Bogaluga out there by my momma
Give me yo' number and I hit you when I make it
The choice was always on you
No matter what you've been through
Tomorrow is never promised
Today it shouldn't be used
Just leave the stories alone
And then
Durable
Something nice with swans
That's durable
Forever
All it has to be is good
And George, you're good
You're really good
George's stroke is
How you've grown!
It's been two years
You should have phoned
Your uncle isn't here
I might have guessed!
And such a splendid uniform!
(looking
[Krayzie]
Shit. It's a classy-ass, motherfucking restaurant.
Know this motherfucker got the money, punk motherfucker.
Shit.
His contact Hello?
Yeah,
said I know it
My daddy told me ye i know
It you just gotta show it
Just Show these people how you do it
And it i ain't with you
Show em that you gone
a revolution
Don't you know
You've probably got a revolution
Don't you know
You've bought yourself a revolution
Grace Jones-
Bet ya'll just don't know
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