Lyrics:
Postal
Camera on me, movie mogul
This bitch, she stay on my mobile
Geeky bitch, her glasses oval
I think she like Barnes and Noble
I'm turnin' this shit up
I been findin' peace in my own
My own
Shadow
Shadow
More intrigued by what's inside, see I'm steerin' away from shallow
Becoming more in touch with
action is to sing and pray
We got to sing and pray for all the lives that we've lost
Singing and praying
Historically the worst atrocities commited by
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
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
Calabasas
Still a nigga when I greet the masses
Oval office, presidential grasses
When I fuck my white girl and I meet her daddy
I know deep down inside,
and wives, alibis, many will die.
Fucking with the quick to get you niggas,
Demons form hell!
[Chorus:]
They're rooms are oval, they're game global,
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
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
Ahh yeah
Who you know do it like this
Turn it on that's a light switch
Gotta know. If you might miss
By the dough. Take the night shift
My nigga
I speak my mind how I like
And that ain't hard to tell
I won't be fooled by the lies
No matter how they sell
Why would I do wrong when I know
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
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
of the alley
Right by them golden arches
Rolled in carpet, body is rotten
Was shockin' to know the charges
So accomplished, the corner store is like my oval
a distraction
I'm waiting patiently for a turn in my direction
It cannot just be me that's affected by electric pulses
From static white noise that keeps
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