Lyrics:
Living without a watch
But with an answering machine
You are looking for
A golden heart that shines in the night
The gold bracelet you gave your
move too quick
The past is history let put together futures with
The two of us Protagonists in feature flick
Improv grooves So let's not even read
Inspired by these beats so let the music take you higher
Get Up! and get into that dancing groove
Get Out! and move your body like youre wantin to
Get Up!
seat like Rosa Parks
I been cooking in the dark to help y'all see how i can spark
Little motherfucker with his shirt tucked in talk to me like I didn't
And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
to hold, baby
So I give my heart for you to hold now
I'm so happy by your side, baby
I don't ever wanna leave now
Yeah Yeah
She is always with me, through
Marley Rock
Reggae still is on top nonstop cant flop
We a diplomat
OH Yeh! do the Bob Marley Skank
With this culture no ramp
Simply get in the mood
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul
never makes the fucking charts
Understand, this ain’t an album, this is fucking art
A masterpiece
From the guy wearing thick beanies with Thrasher tees
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
Its just me vs the world girl you don't know bout me
In my room by myself instead of being rowdy
Put their call on decline just want some peace
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N"
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off
Trying to get his
drivin' down the coast of Florida
Bring that 80's playa groove, jheri curl with the drip
My game is undisputed like Shannon Sharpe and Skip
Or I could give
something special like a star or pearl in the sea
A queen of hearts with the deck she rigged it for me
Wine her and dine her a feast
Trust me no need for
Niggas want beef, what you gon' do, can you bring a beat you produced with your own two hands
And a flow they can't tell if it's old or new
I control
white shirt
And I ain’t with the lean and I ain’t poppin' perc
I’m already legendary, bitch fuck what you done heard
Yeah let me talk my shit
Yeah I been
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
possum
Just like a possum
I got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
it won't be filled by a one-night fuck
Slurping and squeezing ain't it
Berries then spit ‘em at you
Show your shirt is dirty too
Have you ever seen a man this mad?
Have you ever seen an Asian with
A gun in his hand? I wouldn’t
Alarm clock with no snooze on, I'ma star tryna get my groove on
Don't call cops when I cruise on, bar hopping with two broads
Y'all hop in my new car
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