Lyrics:
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
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This album was made by me only
There is some couple of genres
Well entering my energy with different vibes
There is 15 tracks on this album
If
of samples, covers, and not as good production
My good friend QC4L Crazybaby
Who mixes majority of my songs mixed the entire "album"
But he was just learning
Behold, I’m designed, to control bodies and minds,
I’m woahed by it at times, a rose, buy his in vines,
In the hoes, like, shopping at Lowe’s, I’m laying
like I made Jackson Five
I see through you niggas like I got four eyes
Can't pick me up like it's 3rd and nine
Call you Prince Will cause you second in
feed me soup without a noodle
Got your man in the booth, and we canoodle, uh
I-I don't really get down like you do
All these niggas say they pits, but
not a cover band
We're here to make an album of original songs"
He said, "Yeah, I guess that was wrong"
I said, "Yeah man, everything is sort
From the album strontium 90 (pangaea/ark21)
Words and music by sting
Everyone I know is lonely
My god's so far away
And my heart belongs to no one
This song was first released on the stonehaven sunrise
album. it is the only album it has been released on.
(cassandra delaney sings this song)
Many
Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Cause now I have a fanbase, get my army
You cancelled the only ever thing I ever wanted
So stop asking why the hell they leaked yo apartment
In my
feel no love
Hop on a jet
Quick flight to the plug
Nursin the beat we dont do scrubs
We call ya Jackson
Cause you is a dub
Don’t get it twisted Im in
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
I hate this song and I'm lost in space
I'm an over-thinker, you can solve it
Money can't bring you happiness
Now I'm in this, state of mind
I hate
on me, and I'll back it again
I got the bread, and I'll stack it again
Got album 3, I'll be at it again
Writin' this album, I'm not gonna lie
Every song
I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle
a while, you know, he got it
By his second album
He wrote three songs on the first album
And wrote four on the Thriller
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
Messenger, it burns up my phone
I am lovely song your fist album
It's your still all one and the sale album number one in the world
She is still this
elevator
To the club in my crib like,
Yes, this song is poppin'
Yes, the party's rockin'
Yes, the cuties shockin'
Yes, and there ain't no stoppin'
album and half of this album, including “Get Crazy”
I’m honor that you believed in my talent and even if our work don’t go nowhere nig**
You still gave me
i’ll grip u up
by ya neck like ima opp making arrest
i got ice around my neck i got the time in diamonds diamonds diamonds money
bitch i get it all
.png/180px-Stonewall_Jackson_(1966).png "Stonewall Jackson")
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