Lyrics:
I’m so drunk I taste my tongue
I’m so fucked that nothing’s fun
I’m so high I am God’s son
But daddy always drops me back at starting line again
like me
Is it fair to say that I am stressing out?
I'm stationed in Iraq and they won't let me out
My homeys said I was stupid for even joining
My
Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down
And open doors to hurting people like me
People like me
Is it fair to say that I am stressing out
pass while she workin on the album
Label and the fans got her stressin bout the outcome
Needed an idea for a single, then she found one
Hard time, whole
I never do drugs nawet jak ktoś mi je zaoferuje
I hop on the track bo wspieram swoją pierdoloną grupę
Am not gonna lie zarabianie zawsze bywa trudne
these beautiful women follow
Wherever I go
Million dollar deals on the table
Just a couple years ago
I couldn’t pay for cable
Growing up surrounded by
I ain't finished yet I just been getting started
I was workin on my album when the rockets still had harden
I was barely who I am today like melo in
Alright, alright I know I've got a lot
Left to answer for
But am I the only one to blame
And anyway who's keeping score
But the grass seems so much brighter
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
to get higher, come ride
I will fly you
[Jhaz]
? puff, 'cause really it ain't ?
Ain't wastin' no herb by lettin' it burn, let me hit that sticky
hoodie, chest out stop being a
its like muah ha ha, I spit like a slob
and I feel a little better since I quit my shit job
I am but a component
Artist: CPAndersen
Album: Unoder
Year: 2019
Lyrics & music by Carsten Andersen
Title: Coming Home (the Country Song)
I´m far away from my home town
the same I would't be the same person without you guys so
You're as much as this album as I am
Thank you
First things first fuck every single one of ya
Richer by the second c'mon throw that dirty money up
The world is cooking sunny up
Neighbors waving a gun
getting raised by IG not OGs
Ok
Yeah
Yo bitch hoppin' on the diugh like a pogo
Made a whole album off a lenovo
Still eating off the beats no solos
Uh
Ok
I
album ain't gold, now what am I to do
Get a edge up, shape up, Caesar or a baldie
That phone goes two ways so feel free to call me
cnd buzzcut MC's can't
on the lamb gun charge
Bailed out that's a fact and all that
They should call your album snitch
Cause you ratted on that
What am I doing?
Have been serving
new, got to clear my mind
So I don't got to change the old nigga that I am
I just got to create something fly (exactly)
Keep calm when the bad attack
that I make is mine keep your paws off
Under my bed I got a Glocc and it's sawed off
I breathe fire, spit lightning and rap my balls off
Yeah, I am
talk our age
Godfather ting kiss the ring before we parlay
Of course I've been intrigued by the scene
I stitch and seam from the same region as celestine
home
And I prayed that I'd find hope. Look at how the tables turn
Time floated by and it's like the engine inside broke
I created so many albums + E.P's
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Reject, nigga griselda
Fuck your chain and your watch
With diamonds inside the bezel
Fuck your favorite rapper, I
dir keine Sorgen, alter! Ich hab Graspäckchen da
Ja, der Mac ist am Start (yeah), bring' dein Album nicht raus
Steck's dir doch einfach direkt in dein
like a coat
And He defines just who I am
Child of the most High
Yuh
I can't ever let a day go by (I can't ever let a day go)
So I daily consecrate myself
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