Lyrics:
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
has infinite and unlimited power
By listening to this but also by visiting any of my albums you're literally entering my current state of mind
You
emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
musim prec
Stepnem na mick jak buf,vsetko je ciste
Kazdy risk neni zisk a nie vzdy to ide
Tak jak by si chcel,tak jak by si si prial
Je to jak fet obcas
way that boys of twelve can be
We used to sleep in his bunk beds
With Beatles posters at our heads
Through good and bad, through thick and thin
He
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never win a Grammy
Unless we
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
to be stung by a bee, that's just me
Or a wasp
Yeah, I'm being legit...
Got a clean record (you know?)
It really went from...
A joke to an album now I'm
times
To my two song repertoire
I told my mom
Her only son was gonna be a star
Bought all the Beatles records
I sounded just like Paul
I bought all
Oh, baby, you don't get turned on by the radio
Oh, baby, you got nothing to play on your stereo
"Why don't the Beatles get back together?"
"Why
A musical genius no one could match his sound
He wrote songs with Michael Jackson Paul McCartney from Beatles
Made music for the world because he loves all
listened to his albums to let down his guard
It turned him loose
And when he started driving the radio was up
It turned him loose
He was raised on Don't
loading
Got this album droppin in a month
And it's golden
Haters gone hate
Run them over like a rodent
My flow is so illegal
Higher than a eagle
albums that the Beatles, the record makes way for the needle
215 make it legal, we ain't out of blunts yet, blowing smoke riding off in a Sunset
drugs but that envy weigh a kilo (Ha)
And one day I'll be sellin' albums just like I'm the Beatles
Shoulda' gave me more respect but now I'm lethal (Damn)
vieux albums
Mais voilà aujourd'hui nous sommes des femmes
Reste quelques mots intimes dans un journal
Mais où sont passées nos racines sans doute en
Beatles
Parti des bands avec mes chums
Dans un triplex au centre-ville
On habitait avec un drum
Jouer doux on trouvait pas ça l’fun
On rendait les voisins
will keep you in tune like the Beatles
Don't carry that peace just to prove that it peaceful
They hold me to teach you, Im destined to reach you
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