Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
everybody's drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's
You probably know now
I've written hundreds of songs about you
I even wrote an album
Trying to put myself above through
Claiming you were arrogant
everything, and you end up alone
And I hope you end up forgotten right where you belong
I know things might seem one way
And you're hurt by what people say
a good thing that it rain
When you really fucked up
Just know life finds a way
Wrap my mind around this situation
Always find a way
Thought I wasn't makin'
notice
They didn't notice
You ain't got guap
But they be all on me
Ooh, now they all on me
Ooh, now they all on me
These niggas, they be so fake
Uh,
you for being a friend
Dogs for life, and you rode to the end
Held dog down, didn't let a day go by
Every time dog came the the Chi' (what)
I was
you know we was signing to Jive
Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got,
a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
ohh
Ugh, hey, Peter
You didn't have any problems with this, uhh new Futuristic album, did you?
Uhh, no, no, did not
I'm Jason Stathem
And there's
Baba God Blessing no go pass you by,
Him go bless you so Tey dem go ask you why
And the bad belle people dem go pass you by
Cos baba God no go let
the door before you go
Those yet to step to the unknown
Be safe, I'll be at the end of the road
And if I don't survive then you will know I didn't try
So,
I know this
Ghost on a nigga hope a nigga don't notice
Hope for a nigga that's folding
I deserve a ear get focus
Fuck what you saying didn't notice
at Kanye's third album
You get it it
I said it, I said it, said it and said it
His third album man forget it
Just know I wrote this here on a good morning
Felt
Heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be
do what pays, cause that's all they know how
But hey now, the first lesson in life is to question what you were taught
Including your way of life, so
call yourself anything
As long as it was to a group who didn't know you
So I was like hey I can just call myself Attackbot
And that's how that started
anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,
pavement
We march about gun control
But there's other weapons you know
We should focus on what corrodes
In the hearts of the broken souls
To prevent those
in my work..
You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't.
Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that.
I like sleepin' man.
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