Lyrics:
And rap with all that consciousness
Talking drug agendas turned the
Party into politics
Popping pills way in the back
The toilet seat all vomited
Papa John
yes
I pop me a perc oh yes
Now I feel relaxed oh yes
Its best to stay humble and stick to your lasne so nobody can get you off track
You niggas whack
the bar you need
The english lead
And they counteract
And they gonna weave
The fairytales they got
They lead you by the tracks
And they you gonna cream
You
enjoy
Mentally pushed to the limit but not by a critic
Critiquing myself is the pain
Constantly stressing about who in the game I'm impressing
I'm
it ain't finished
Fuck your system
Don't put me in a box I was never meant to fit in
Rumour has it that I look like a fuckboy
But I came to the party
Ok shorty am I still a, still a dub
You know you my drug
You the only reason that I pull up to them parties now
If I take this perky with Bacardi now
this
Heaven felt this
Feel it yet? Feel it yet?
So much cash
Almost lost track
I'm on my shit
Richer by the minute
Meetings and interviews
Need
band I call 'em tyre
My temple clean so I suggest you call me the messiah
Yeah
Nerdy raps I'm back with the illest track
Perfecting all my edges oh you
I am not phased by the clouds in the sky
After all the days I done worked through the night
Now I got electric connection to the light
She got types
God alone
A rescue party
Sent to track
Me down would pack it in and turn back
home
Who says that home is where the heart is
I say home is finding
Down down i roll in a hole Madhead going outta control
Blindfold i flow in my zone Surrounded by many still feeling Alone
Girl i've been swimming in
real Hip Hop"
C'est fait, c'est dit "We like to party!"
Et si tes hip hop pour des cuts
Ne m'demande pas d'royalties!
L'industrie est wack trop wack
break and secret, vaulted with records in our basement, where the long-haired hippies and afro-blacks all get together across the tracks and they party
I figure we start it out correctly..
this is Blueprint, RJD2 on the tracks
this is a new tune Gotta get it right today, you know
Whatever
[Chorus
fucking mouth shut
Sister Syzygy, don't you hate being
Right, all the time?
Over Bering Straight, or manic street
You seem to preach like a man who
Caught in a haze of uncertainty’s gaze and tempted by a touch of hell.
And breaking my back on some old fool’s track,
Listening to “Time will Tell.”
There
it's four a.m. and i cannot sleep
stuck in my bed next to a naked woman
my body's tired like a gun riff
but my brain has woken up and wants to party
struggling
Short days, long nights, clubs after parties, VIP
All I wanted was time would you be there for me?
When the water gets deep, will you swim like
a man's cake
By just using a slicer (straight)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-8-7 (seven)
I had one in bussin', and one in revvin' (yeah)
We ain't comin',
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