Lyrics:
chilling by my bedside
Pondering on the goodness of the Lord bruv
Forever grateful, for that agape love
Wondering where I′d be, without His love
The bare
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
going
I ain't going motherfucker, I ain't going
Look
I'd rather be by my lonely so fuck the fake
I ain't playing no games with you niggas just watch
Riding my wave on that seafood shit
I can't be touched on that #metoo shit
God body the body that good gave is dispensable
Only a fool will look
that I cannot breathe
Wish they'd just let go of me
I'd repent for my sins
But what's the use of repent when I'm gonna relive them
Too many addictions
I
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
dinner. No nothing
Until this album is finished and I'm done with it
Physically I'm suffering but mentally I'm loving it
What's up
What's good
Guess I gotta
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
Living out my pockets
Never had no food stamps
Yeah I had to get it
So I had to do that
Beg you pardon I'm an artist
Tell me what you'd do then
If that's
Ayy, Lute (yo)
Can you do me a favor?
I need you to talk that talk like a Charlotte nigga would (yeah)
Carolina proud of these bars (okay)
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
The Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast
I'd
Man fuck it I'm telling you nigga
don't tripIt's gonna be all good man
It's gonna be all good hey
[C-Bo]
Can't take my back is ill tack what I know sky
The soul of me?
Where'd the music go?
Oops its crap again
Little bitch in a bottle
She didn't know it was fish?
Face Facts
Pop sucks ass
Good Charlotte
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
hunter
Im off a 8 of wock daily gettin good night slumber
Tshh tshh bitch im high as hell
Horchata backpack boyz smoke it by the bale
The green things
hopeless
And I
Look back it
One time (One Time)
Look back it
Two times (Two Times)
Third glance
Now I know that she mine
Push it back, run it back
Baby girl
to turn out one
Heck of a good album, " instead
They kept trying to keep the budget
Down, but it expanded up to twenty-thousand
Dollars they reached that
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
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
album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We
quote
On the first few albums
That "that present day composer
Refuses to die, " by putting his name on the
Albums, I led a lot of people
In the direction
motherfucker ask if I was good when I lost son son
Im finna do it all again I swear I communicate my suffering
You see I really always had something I'd be damn
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