Lyrics:
who tryin' to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
Don’t you tell me I ain’t popping
Curtain Call running round like paparazzi
Curtain Call take a picture for acknowledge
Curtain Call tell the people
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want me to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
so!
I feel the wind around me
Certain it calls my name
The whispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain.
Now I miss you so
Whoa
Boy
ugly
The ego high above me
The sky is lovely
The slightest move'll leave me hyper vigilant, I wouldn't trust me
So come and fuck with me
The mind full
and with me take my cigarettes
I should drop this album that's concealed in a
Easy to comprehend, more than a bird had been confident
Takin' these pictures
to force a happy tune
Lying to my family
By telling them I'm happy
Listen to the voices
Tried avoiding therapy
All my closest friends
Always call me up
are now
Since "Can I Borrow a Dollar?" Ooh I'm a star now
I'm coming from Chi-town, we was the first to do it
Me, No I.D., Twilite Tone on the music
wish you'd appear again
So have faith
That God will bring us home one day
How'd the pictures of us on the wall end up on the floor
I don't even know what
told em a brick of
Me is equevelent to 50 keys broken down sold around we in the city streets (wow) if you catch me sexing
A chick its a bisexual chick
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
niggas barking at me, I’m a Great Dane
I could tell by how she looking at me, she got great brain
She like “why you smoking Mary Jane?” cause I hate pain
exploring the urbanite theme
Picture the setting and picture the scene
This is a personal album, all of the things about me, are not what they seem
This is
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
cbe dil fenk ke marunga har taraf
Shayad tumhare siva kahin aur lag jaye
God me jagah de
sirhana bana de
mere man me hai shor
shor shor shor mere
and broken man Brought on to me by the pathetic excuse of a life I'll take comfort in the dark with all of my sins There is no return back to light from this
gragra
I got bars in my head and i'm going gaga
I'm in album mode don't vex me abeg
I got a large appetite don't test me abeg
I'm done fasting nigga toast
the picture you see me
She wanna know how it goes
Margiela all the way down to my toes
I wasn't tripping on all of these hoes
Play by the book I was set on my
(You said you loved me that shit fake)
(All them games you played, tried to take my heart when I ain't have one to give)
(That shit lame)
Broken
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
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