Lyrics:
Every time I think about you
My sense start to raise
And when I try to get you
Ur gone without a trace
In my imagination
I see you here with me
Were
Sleigh bells ring
Are you listening
In the studio
The lights are glistening
A beautiful night
We're happy tonight
Alan Parsons in a winter wonderland
Points at your flaming hair and then we're playin' hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here 'less our trail's gone cold behind us
'til in the john
that new album, you know?
When you got it, is was like nothin else mattered
Mic Boyd: Oh yeah, yeah, I guess, you had to pay for that shit
Classified:
as an Illuminati puppet
Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done
You think real niggas feeling your shit, c'mon son!
I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle
gone, they'll be proud of me
And we're living on time, a salary
But I'm tryna go broke how I wanna be
And I'm sorry to the ones that was mad at me
I guess
grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves
Written by: the moffatts & john shanks
Verse # 1
One day I'll finally get the nerve to say
How I feel, I hide away all the pain
I wish you'd stay
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
friends, two friends, two friends
Friend too, two friends, two friends, two friends
If your sights, gone
Hold me by my right, arm
Meet you when your light,
body structure
Ready to rupture
At times I sat back to think again and again
How I broke the golden rule by doing business with friends
My mind traveled
some flicks
I want to wake up with a woman, not wake up with a...huh
I want to follow my dreams, not get stuck in a line
'Cause by the time I reach
uppers for cowards
Wowzers, and you push me around-er?
Downwards is where you're going for now-ward
Yowzers, still complaining about your
Album like
an album by myself without feature to spit
And still feature my shit, it's only me and my bitch
All eyes on me, that classic Tupac shit
Now can I get
I got bills to pay, studez to rent
Girl problems plus an album due within nine days
Stress to the brain, mumsie's going through so much pain
Every
effect was just a mic check
you fell for the bait and got decapitated
destiny inflated
evaporated
gone like a doo drop
you try to crush me now hear comes
shit is simple
Don't get lost, this is just the intro
Shotty plus a semi, double team with different tempos
And that's a metaphor for drive by
Change
of the fall
Made it to 21, happy I’m alive at all
Debuted my first album, best ten of my songs
Then that year, came COVID, kept us in our homes and
The evil
My plans and your plans are canceled
For the next year it appears if we're rational
Devastating markets internationally
How do we adapt while moving
vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,
hours
Needed some connection that I didn't know I needed
Needed a reflection of myself that's deeply seated
Needed to find what I was told was long gone
baptized now that's a John Legend
Born in Tanzania, that seems far-fetched
But none of you know the world that's in my closet
I make lines speak to the heart
Time to write this album chronic Future 2000
Time's no obstacle and we just arouse
All the minds that seem to be in tune
Ranting like a platoon under
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