Lyrics:
10 przez 29 siódme piętro na Piątkowie
Stąd karmiłem często Ciebie
Brudnym rapem z moich okien
10-ty album piszę chwilę przed 30-tym rokiem
Dekadę
it[00:34.90]Always handin' out advice, but I ain't never take it[00:36.93]But every time my album drop, they can't help but play it[00:39.03]Said we'd make it and we
I raise my consciousness by smoking cigarettes
And chewing Sour Patch Kids
I like to meditate on things I hate
My third chakra's amiss
But I got
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
to the pond
Kissed my sweetheart by the chinaball tree
Everything I done is between God and me
Only he will judge how my time was spent
29 days of sinning
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
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[00:08.475]Started within an expression
[00:10.947]Began within a smile
[00:13.524]I was urs when U passed by
[00:17.771]Paid no heed to appearance
[00:08.475]Started within an expression
[00:10.947]Began within a smile
[00:13.524]I was urs when U passed by
[00:17.771]Paid no heed to appearance
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
Like
and a backbeat
Dead by 29
A generations soundtrack
Residin' in a crate
How many songs in a lifetime?
The cruel hand of fate
One blink and you've missed it
Dust is
as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh
Just wait until I drop an album
You gon' play this shit again
Two wrongs that don't make a right
My necklace shining diamonds bright
Gangnem double back
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the show
Before we take it back, I need everybody in the building
the 21st. century schizoid human being...
If by chance they encounter a good musical idea, no matter how small. they will stop and smell the flowers that come
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
Alright, this is track number seven of the Outkaws Mind album, the last song on it
This is the one by Chastity
Well, six years ago, I met a girl I
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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