Lyrics:
doing, is from my old record
They bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
I don't mind because I'm here to show
That's why I can't really listen to that project as much
But I still do here and there, you know, when I rock shows and stuff
So I don't forget my lyrics
something
Here goes nothing
Ain't that something
Don't got room for me in your life end of discussion
The album's a bakers dozen
This is all in my timing
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
say
By myself, I made my own Way
Life's hard but my spirit never break,
cnd I never rode a
Understand I'm coming for your neck
If it's music I
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even mean it
Here's a generic love song
number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
to the new gen
And they can't say Grime without Mayday & Stretch
Never could leave and switch sides
And you can see it in these eyes
Come to the city
head like a helmet anyway
And stop dropping that baby off by yo momma house bitch
Raise yo child
Yeah, but you wanna be out here hugged up with this
slow and I wait
But I be dead cause it's probably too late
Was betrayed by my friend and I feel like
I'm and every too scary to tame to love with
think I should sing
(Mayday!)
I don't know where to go from here
But I think I know where this ends
It's either you or me
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind,
the world hypnotized
By a dollar sign
Pound of kush and a pizza on
The way from papa johns
They follow my every move
Trying to trace me like a dotted line
But
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
can fall and sink
So many broken, I don't wanna be another victim
But here am I talking about it like I've never have
I thank the lord he never made me
don't really go over that
But that's for all you people that care about the back scenes and lore
Of this
Essentially Mr. Bee was killed by a very brutal
number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we
on the billboard sign
In every town we play
But if you may, all it really need say
Are gypsies, gypsies on parade
We pull in to a diner
Folks just stop
lost control here
Living free
I left my soul there
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
A cool breeze flows but mind the wasp
Some
a Santa A-list
Time is passin' by yet his scars remain ageless
He called him on the phone to say pop's
This'll take a minute of ya time
But his wishes
and watches our
Whimsical parade march on by
We sing with candy canes and chocolate
And sugar plums 'til the dawn is nigh
You'll hear us calling if you just
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