Lyrics:
blind as shit, like
Rockin’ for free, doing an album overseas
Going to Tahiti a second time
To split two G’s
Shit, I coulda went back by myself
But I
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
From the Album:
* Face it
The first time I laid my eyes on you
You happened to glance the other way
But by the look of your lazy smile
I knew I had
shit went? None!
So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it's time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic
of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
I'm warning ya, second I've torn in ya
Won't do a third, I'd assume I'd be boring ya
Hopefully obvious soon who I'm talking to
Sheets will be red with
sometimes
But you know the moon and the stars
Get lonely when they shine
And every second is my time
TOP’s LONELY BUT THE VIEWS NICE!
3rd Verse
In
backwards
The signs more encrypted than Stalin's passwords (For real)
My enemies must like Kendrick Lamar's DAMN
Album, the way I got 'em talking backwards
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
unreeling I'm so good at feeling my troubles impeding like double repeated
Stop being conceited and think for a second, why would I be filled up with envy
You
by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
the whole wide world, I based my first album my second album my third and my fourth
That fourth one not quite out yet, but it is the works
Hello
Yo, how's
of me
Temporary, but this body isn't free
Yeah, free is my will
I call shots till I'm killed
But can't live by myself
So ask god to prevail
Fall cuz I
Die kleine gibt Gas (Gas)
Endorphine Baby, shake 'em, brauch' ihren Ass (ihren Ass)
Christian Dior, Shawty kennt kein Second Hand (Second Hand)
to give you a little bit
Of that Boom-Bap shit
Yeah bro, we do that quick
It's the third album that we burn the roof down with
With the beats by Gabs
Im Underrated slept on as if i'm NyQuil
To be quite real don't give a damn how niggas might feel
Come second to nobody you gotta be joking
They say
I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
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