Lyrics:
Ego-Boost Sleep
Technique, made by me, for me
If my tape contained the
Nonstop creative dragon of
Ambitious ideas that is my own mind
It can certainly handle
trying to turn the page
It's just some things in life that you can't change
So I ain't stressing over shit that I can't change
By any means, by all means,
dream girl blushing, I'm kissing her in public
A couple haters hating but fuck it you got to love it
Life gave us hell, but we dreamed of a heaven
So we
the Urus, my foot on the pedal
Winners only, I need me a medal
I be winning, I’m reaching new levels
Verse)
When I’m rapping, I feel like the goat
In
sleep
Stay steady
You pussies not ready
I'm bout to get heavy
Wit every bevel
I step on like shovel
I kill it then spawn in a whole other level
Whole
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
room
Cause no one can step to my level when I'm in the mood
Aye when I'm in the mood, I treat instrumentals like food
I love myself more than you do, I
Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love?
Wussup wit the love, wussup wit the love?
Now, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar
What's
evident
These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine
Cosby spikin' gelatin, still pushin' and pedaling
Settling never, I'm like DiCaprio in
chose
Remember sitting in bob barker
I ain't never froze
Instagram his only field
That's where he's posted at
Free my niggas on level four
And the locs
in
Your bedroom making love
I remember way back when I touched
Her butt at the pub
My little 5 year old brother
Was on my computer
Looking at anorexic
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
that silver bell would ring
We'd all say grace and dig on in
We always ate together in those days
One by one those kids went off and found a love
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love bad bitches that's my
In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
All
mother crazy
She crazy and she know I fucking love that shit
But she ain't trippin if I'm lookin at another bitch
Cause off that 42 she might bring home
Class clown up in AP don't you stunt
101 hear that beg for mercy out the trunk
Ohh
Silly girls what you want?
Ohh
I don't got time for love
Yeah
But you
bum, look at what I've become
I'm getting love like I handed out some fucking free drugs
And you ain't doing shit that's why you still up in
to rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls
got you in my mind (My mind)[01:36.35]Need your love with me right here (Right here)[01:39.78]Need you to be right by my side (My side)[01:43.25]So
out of the park
Where we at
This album will become platinum
So much cheese
And then it will go on diamond
Pretty please
Rolley rolley rolley Rolex
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
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