Lyrics:
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
should be draggin'
to transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons
Chorus:
J-Live with the mic is like a chef with a blade
no doubt
man I cut ya like
to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shotties just as rowdy as me
Before I fear computer chips, I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no
We'd like to go into a thing called, um
"Ain't
No New Thing" It's, um, based on, um
The fact that white people continue to
To rip off black artists
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
crazy, so we get to LA, we're staying off Coldwater Canyon
Alta Mesa, in studio city man, and I'm going to the studio with No I.D. Every day, and like,
Whew
Good morning world
A beautiful day out nice and warm ozone depleting
Everything's good though
I do have a few things I'd like to say however
before you touch your plate
It taste like it's laced (mh-mh) but it ain't
This one puff, uncut, no doubt
Everybody know I gotta ounce and a half (half)
It's a man's world, niggas get played
Another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey!
I'm gettin' sweated by these undercovers
Who can I trust, got my
Who would've knew
That I'd still be here going all out
If I don't like you I just get up and I walk out
You probably thought by now I would be done
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D
on the prowl, I know my moms proud
Albums with no curses just so she could sing my songs loud
Still put em on em CDs so y'all blast it in the cars now, driving
your fingers in my eyes
Just like somebody blind by hate
No they cannot see
Spray the masses with gunfire
Foreign pigs will live in fear
They
Yeah that's right baby
You rolling to the sounds of Too $hort
Album #11 (Just Can't Stay Away)
You knew I couldn't stay away (can't stay away)
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
to the flame no more
Comin' at you live like a fuckin' G-5
Go ahead and dive if you think that you so fly
Ima make you cry, call that chicken fried
I'd offer
to the flame no more
comin' at you live like a fuckin' G-5
go ahead and dive if you think that you so fly
ima make you cry, call that chicken fried
I'd offer
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you
Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh)
No including yourself
and did an album with No I.D.
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
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