Lyrics:
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
all again to feel it
I met a pretty girl from the coast of Spain
And as she'd count the stars she knew them all by name
She had the saddest eyes I'd
So if you got beef better think again
(Number one)
Cause you can't win
(You can't win)
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn,
at the awards
And then we skatin' off
Empty the sticks like 50
Shots is sprayin' off
Kill 'em, double back, hit 'em
Again, we makin' sure, uh
Uh, you know where
him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and
No none of that's true
While the wildest
You're just making this up to scare
paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail
well
And there we are again when nobody had to know
You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath
Sacred prayer and we'd swear
To remember it
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
people with the
Same initiative at the same time, to, like
Bring cool shit back and make
It the shit again!
Modeliste: So going to your music
Where do you
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
Dawn to dusk I watch
As waves roll over
One by one they uncover
Treasure lost
A lone black flag
A blot on a bright horizon
Here they come
You'll
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
released his nudes
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face
There are no mountains in space
Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
back again
I got shit I gotta do, if I don’t I’ll die too soon
So many fine women how am I to choose
When a nigga in his prime, he ain’t scared to lose
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
off
Look at my nightstand, and pick the paper back up
Nostradamus, I'm reading chapter, after chapter
Predictions of the end of world, and after
Pulling back and forth and up and down
And I'd have it no other way
'Cause just like the sun sets on the horizon
The skies light up with that fire again
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back my
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