Lyrics:
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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
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
I was born
I was thrown into the sunset
You were there
And a silent sleeping window array
I was tossed
Into walls of happy sundays
By the pair
Living under a melting surface
Possessed by rotten ways
Possessed by a world full of sickness
That hides behind the curtains of a so called "philosophy"
up with ecstasy
I need you to look into my eyes
As time passes us by, as time passes us by
I promise you will survive
And I swear to god that we'll
A life I live in sorrow isn't one I wanna see
But it's unfortunate a life lived in sorrow lived by me
Is a life I'm living now contemplating by
me)
And I ain't the homie (I ain't the homie)
Had to chill by my lonely (Had to chill by my own)
Had to refrain from the wrong things
You think I'm
(One, two, three, four)
I can never fall down
When I know the world could be mine
If we're gonna fly now
Then I need you by my side
Way up in the sky
that you used to know
Apologies to the east side
I'm sorry I ain't coming home
Right right right
You wishing I was by your side
Right right right
You
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
a cup nigga
Pour out some liqour for my niggas who ain't livin on the surface
After the bottle we load our clips and put in work
Block shit
stay in
Your thoughts were afraid of
Secrets that we keep
The surface of our love and hate
Why can't we relate
With ourselves with what we open
Up when it's
Betrayed by life, left to rot
They achieved their goals, soon it all will be gone,
Just a burning surface covering the earth
You were left to die by
attention
And not to mention you look like you're on a pension
You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer
And by your heavy breathing I can tell you
love me with all my flaws
Ain't worried 'bout my past at all
All of this trust girl we earned it
'Cause we've learned to look past the surface
So
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
a headache, like yankin domes with a straightening comb
When our bread brake, articles of artists who aren't as hard yo'
Partners by fathers, regardless they
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
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