Lyrics:
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
Bullets spraying' down so fast and I'm waiting for a bitch to pull up on me so I can snap
Bells are ringing, shots are flinging
Hands are swinging, my bars
the game better than he did
Though he made off with your best
It isn't over; this ain't the end
Just let me love you
That's all I want to do
I know you blame
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
at the end of the road with a lot of
friends, so swing on by and stay for a while cause we are at the end of the road
Here it comes, here it comes, here it
This the last song on the album
Best song on the album
Switch it up
This is poetry supposedly the end was getting close to me
That statement sittin'
of time, mmh
(Until the end of time)
(I can fly, I can fly, I can fly)
'Til the end of time
'Til the end of
Maybe it's the thug in me
you if by the end you shed a couple tears
Next to my recording spot, got 18 empty beers
Gotta go now, the hoes are callin, gonna bring em to tears
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
the other day
We chatted about how mein junge's face is made of clay
How I've made decisions that end bad either way
How bad it's been but not unique, she
The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
are
Realistic failures are inevitable
But failures are what you need
To succeed in the end
If you have a big dream
Protect it because haters are only
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
lead
Only thing for certain I know in life
Is Dahlia & Sloan are better off dead
wanted
The second album
Twelve precious melodies
Worth listening
Hope you enjoy them
Like if it's sung to me
Listen to twelve great tunes
the whole tomb that they calling the womb
But I'm not gonna be fooled by the earthy possessions
It's all gon' end soon and the real gon' get to heaven
It's
that you're doing well. Can't wait to see what the album ends up looking like when you make all of my, uh, corrections to it. Um, good luck
gonna be one people, human race
We got to keep our hearts in it, and find the love
For freedom & peace
I go by Reyen
& this is a product of Ocean’s
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
Hellish assailment
I was running, then walking, now crippled
My disappointment doubled, now tripled
Saw the darkness, started to wade in it
Led to the cave
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
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