Lyrics:
Inspiration
Where are you
I've been waiting
Where are you
I've been patient
Where are you
Planned to take a break from music and I wrote an album
and having his fun
It's all a show for he knows I won't run
That night in silence the town was asleep
I sat by my window and looked down the street
I wished
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
The world was dark and your only mark
Was the light of the northern star
I imagine what was in your eyes
The seeds of rust and days gone by
Your wings
Know
I Got Three Albums Left
Chef-Boy-Ardi In The Kitchen Wit The Chickens
Gettin To The Money Thats
Why Banks Been Missin jimmy Wont Listen
Gotta Get
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it's definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going
(Hahaha)
We let the music talk (Drought 3)
And by the way (what?)
It's Santana (it's Weezy), I'm back (yeah)
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror
mistaken
I'm surrounded by like minded, hear the sounds of their feet
They found the tripwires you placed, so I suggest you retreat
So stop waiting for
Wild as a coastal barronca swift as the wind blowing free
With two eyes like fire brands that glow in the night
Somewhere up there he's waiting for
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
for the last time
Say I'm out here tripping over myself
Waiting on you to help
Baby tell me what its like
Living in your own world
Where I'm the girl
abide by the rules
Waiting on my land plus a mule
We still waiting on our reparations
All that cap in the air like a graduation
Call me hell boy cuz i
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
they tell you as they are
Repeating that old seaman's rule
Watch out for those outlaws and pirates
Lord knows that they'll steal you blind
Don't mess
sure
But that was my, that's who I had in mind
Boom
But so, how did the album come about?
Aight, so check it out, this is how it came about
I had
and smack you in public
I'm rugged!
(Verse 2: Reef the Lost Cauze)
Yeah, you know me well
The gods said that they owe me hell
I'm the outlaw Josey Wales
I
waiting on my spaceship
I made an album for the critics in stitches, ain't even think twice
Played it all out when the dr made that first slice
Blood,
waiting on my spaceship
I made an album for the critics in stitches, ain't even think twice
Played it all out when the dr made that first slice
Blood,
waiting on my spaceship
I made an album for the critics in stitches, ain't even think twice
Played it all out when the dr made that first slice
Blood,
don’t hand to hand You album is can of spam
Smack ya whole face with the palm of an ouragatan
Basically you never a had a chance ask ya man
Transform ya
In the middle of the night I can see
Shawty bad in them jeans
You the baddest that I ever seen
A breath I been waiting to breathe
Come with me
I
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