Lyrics:
baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male
shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole
a field of dreams, dirty as Bronson
Head filled with more schemes, than snakes in the garden
I tippy toe like Samurai, slit a throat, on stand by
Interview
You think id wanna stick around this town
and have to wait for a crackhead to beat my mum down
to get a phone call sayin just bring your money now
by
better then the best
cloud nine, channel club, colliseum
step by step what a long process
year 99 to like 103
mega, meeg and mr c
we worked so hard we
Obudził mnie ostatni gwizdek
Pobudka o kurka powtórka znowu kimałem w lumpach
Za pół h ósma dziś mam job interview
Nie pozwalają ziółka a więc Adi
Well Imma say I'm still a poopie face no good nincompoop
That's the type of shit I like to start off with in interviews
Not only can I rap my ass off
We don't squeeze no honey bears
And we think we're quite queer
We can double click click on a human
By now it should bе clear
We're thе artcloud army
about me by a
Interview and a fucking test score
I'll ask you once again
What's the point in acting the
Same way as others
I think you don't know,
they mouth
I'm a G all by myself, I don't gotta be a hundred deep
I could go anywhere I want, I be damned a nigga do somethin' to me
You got me
much is true
Oh, and I know you feel it too
This-
Call me on your silly phone
Before it's way too late
We'll be hanging by the beach
Soaking up
(Voici une interview rare de Bruce Lee)
Je m'appelle Bruce Lee, maître hokuto multilame et deux fois millénaire
Et voici mon élève ultime,
pas en voir un seul qui contracte"
Ce jour où j'ai choisi de changer de programme
Et carrément d'mettre ma télé en stand-by
Le jour où j'ai vu qu'à
disinclude and no I'm not dissing you
But in the interview, I clearly said I don't remember you, lil nigga
You ain't nothing but a lil nigga
Just me and my
you find that you were looking for?
Your mother called a hardware
Set you up an interview
An answer to an ad
The bosses' daughter still remembers
on that (bow)
The gang bring that wap, bring cash back
In the T house, make racks (that's racks)
Suttin' got hit by the gun
And now the whole block love
I was drained by the open market
And decaying in my old apartment
Things were great but i failed regardless
I can't explain it
There's nobody around
I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never
slow
I like to gain mo', mental men blow
I know by the symptoms, the system is malfunctioned
But, how can you function without any plan
to put it in your
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever meet
day and fuckin' interview me
Do I really have props?
Is it really that stable
when they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
When they take
to make money by selling the drugs
pimpin these women fill it up with slugs uh!
never be caught slipping and doging away from these cops
knowing the back
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever meet
d'une époque où ils étaient squelettiques
Ça rap street mais c'est moins la street que cette pute d'Astrid
Des 3atay qui parlent de drive-by quand
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