Lyrics:
get to me
I'm still the mothafuckin same
original, individual
That's bringin criminal tattics
MCs they all best run
When I be the one with the gun
Now
Imagine his grief, pity his pain
Both broke down one mornin and never started up again
played the guitar in his best mates band
He knew that they'd get far
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise and she
I got off the plane at the Tampa airport and walked outside into the Florida sunshine
and I was met by a tall grungy red-headed promoter guy
and his
could hear her talkin' behind me
And as if by chance
She was tryin' to describe
A song I knew well the Leonard Cohen song
About the Chelsea Hotel
And I
Oh no the radio
Has got me by the ears and won't let go
Oh no the radio
Is playing that song again
Oh no no no no the radio
Follows me
Stop complaining
Stop complaining
Now many songs do you figure that I've written
Since I originally started making records in this business
Back
mother's fuckin back
Flip script and watch me act like a legend
Got you pledgin your allegiance
To the three men, potent 'cause we semen
Let me control all
Son started in Brooklyn and you all know that
I call you son for a reason
That means nothing can come between us
When we walk this beat lyrics do
on the past
Apocalypse has happened,
Now we're just existing
Let's get this party started
Post Apocalypse, party till you're dead
When the world has
I always thought you would be
Some sort of match for me
So let's decide who can survive
Jumping feet and racing beats
Of hearts that don't ever
special to
She knew it, she tried to hold me back but she blew it
My partner bought an old school Buick and let me cruise it
Was sittin in the liquor
[Verse 1: Kimani]
Dear Mom
First let me just apologize
For the foolish lies and all the times that you've cried
For the times that I said things I
Don't fight, don't fight the sea
I was out in a boat
That was gently afloat
When the wind started blowin' on me
When the wind starts blowin'
You
on we
Fresh whenever comin' out, mixtape laundry
Started off a van, elevated to an R&V
Then a few niggas got emotional, R&B
Cause when your shit get in
We are surrounded by harlots
Not today bishop, not today miss nuclear
I wish this greed never started
But now we're here and it's time to stand up
whenever comin' out, mixtape laundry
Started off a van, elevated to an R&V
Then a few niggas got emotional, R&B
'Cause when your shit get in their face it
It's part of the way
She moved me
And it's part of the way
She threw me
Then love arrived
With unexpected prizes
Wrapped and tied
By lies
the club,
She grabbed me by the hand and started giving me the love,
I told her let’s go to the spot but she ain’t even budge
She said don’t you even worry
wish you were here
Have a cigar? Just stop all this fever.
My roots my bloody roots
So let it be or let it bleed
cnd cngie choked by a bad seed
It's not
I watch cats go from playin' kickball
To carryin' clips and slugs
And girls who played hopscotch to
Now strippin' in clubs
Man it all started just
let the days roll by you let the bad nights win
But you're waking up now, got your eyes wide open and the light is pouring in
See, we don't get to do
Yeah!
Nobody showed but I'm gonna have some fun
Let's get this party started it's an orgy for one
It's me and my hand and it's hotter than the sun
I used to get nervous inside
Look in the mirror don't even try
Something is changing, it feels amazing
And I got no reason to hide
My legs
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