Lyrics:
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
the mental loop
I don't care 'bout how you get it really
But everybody needs a tune
I'm gonna get the big one soon
Came up
Too faded
Don't even know what
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
People be gay like big pause
Like a tiger I have big paws
Feeling like Tyga, I had a few
On the mountain looking at the view
I'm gonna fly around in
Tom Brady is single. Ladies its true
Facts or fiction? You tell me. I'll ask you (Okay)
Yeah, Mr. President's dead, shot by Donald Trump in the face
Was
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
'Pac, BIG
James Todd Smith and I'm not Prince, so
I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes
'Cause I'm only human,
These niggas aint runnin my race
My ceiling aint there is gone, no trace
Young nigga I stay 1K, pistol grippin pounds by tre
I den found my way, blue
Gregg or my Guy
Uncle Rays on da forklift, rolling right by
I just seen Nobby, bout to link Phil
Mick hail up, when I’m done work big Taylor
Da pretty
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
Nejsem pornstar
A nemám big dick
Nejsem pornstar
A nemám big dick
Nejsem pornstar
A nemám big dick
Já jsem ten co chilluje čumí na Netflix
Nejsem
grill
Butter fly my steak
Shrimp and lobster on chill
Do it how I feel
Cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya
Plus an L7 could never understand
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
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