Lyrics:
Ponle
I jump in my 1963 Chevrolet
Watch it lay, orale
On the floor, en el suelo
Lifts me off the ground just like a leño, que no
Simon, packs much
stank
I'm Mary
Charley
By the way
I'm told we open Saturday
What?!
You're not serious!
Nobody's ready!
Apparently somebody cancelled
am supposed to be
And ever since I acknowledged my own existence
Been shunned by the ones with no ambitions
See nothing but jealousy
I’m a diamond in
Ke bone mosadi
And she's serious ga a nyake papadi
She wants a wedding dress but I do not have money
Ya magadi
Will she love me?
I hope that this
I put my pain in the bottle I mix it with sprite and I hope it resolve 'em
See I'ma be honest I'm nothing but honest got so many problems shit look
click and toke just to get by.. I got
HOOK
I got bills to pay
what more can I say
I got more problems than the average
it's fucked up the got us living
DRUMS PLEASE
Remove drums
And let the sample carry
Just a sample of what I tend to carry
Phrases
To hold a shaky mind steadily
By going to the beat
Of my
you likely just a convict, ain't got no time for nonsense
a man stand solid,I don't wimp, simp or slip, I came for crystal clear knock, hip hop, set
It's PM
Fuck
I said it's PM
Heart, turned, cold
I want them bands or ion' want nothing
You ever see the L but know inside you gotta keep trucking
I
a friend
She said she wants me
She said nothing serious
Just physically
I'm glad that we spoke
And circled the drain
I know she's not here right now
But I
better just run and duck
Uppercut the first lunatic to be jumping up
Get got
Watching hustlers page rocks and jump them
Block to block like hopscotch
I
rappers are humbles
Pissin' on you peasants
Whenever we make our presence
Original and authentic
Far from a gimmick
Suckers try and mimic
But they just
wonder
You've got your back against the wall
You'll get delirious
If you take life too serious
You'd think by now that you would know
You can't stop
been told by the news
And by political views
I’m not welcome
But where I’m from is no more
Looking for friendly shores
There’s not many
Lots of things I
my reach
I'm talking way down the street, like 45 feet
I fucking stepped, like is you serious nigga
This ain't the end, there ain't no period
in place by space and time
Tear down the walls of nothing
We are all full of individuals and independencies
'Cause I am, organic electricity
As I
whenever they meet he'll see her
and he'll tell her that he's happy
She feels good
This simple situation is easier unsaid
He knows just by him asking her it
on my right and left
Tension builds at this address
Don't contest my will to live
That's a serious make me furious offense
Do your thing God Bless,
With a wannabe king
With a chain made a plastic
Bitch you aint got any bread
Boy you fast it
Stupid bastard
Take the beat and i snap it
You take it just
You say you're curious
Can't leave a thing to your imagination
I wish you'd close your eyes
But oh you seem so serious
I should enjoy the sweet
of shit I'd rather go unsaid
Fuck all this bull shit you've been fed
Cuz In the end we are nothing
Just dust in the wind
So stop the bluffin
Quit
you cannot lie to me got to get it by any means
Is it necessary for me to speak on what I really dream
Naw i'm serious getting this shit off my chest
oh Lord
So when I say my flow immaculate go on take it personal
Almost took him serious all he is great actors just like Mahershala
Y'all stay on that
admit it this job got me over focused
Not caring about anything even a eviction notice
In serious times I love to tell jokes
But when things are dark I
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