Lyrics:
of the tv, tryna learn ya ways.
Tryna be like AI, in a fresh pair of J's.
Or the black and Asian version of the GOAT number 8.
Emulate they moves, and groove
and a couple grenades
Would you open the safe or would you give me a break?
cmerican idiot
Subliminal slave
Whatchyu mean by that?
(way to much)
X4
For a dumb
phones and colored TV
We didn't have video games
We'd all play down by the creek
So many things have come and gone
But memories from my childhood last
and be back in lab
I do TV and magazines, shoots, shows
Then go right back to the booth, while
Runnin' two labels that I own
Take care the fam
to keep their fans loyal.
They re-work their sound for album number two,
As "Machines of Hate," but their career is through.
They break up and work
of these niggas hatin' lookin at me crazy
Actin' like they hatin' though I fucked they ol' lady
It probably 'cause I ain't served, but shit, it's all gravy
muh'fuckin a (okay)
They can't keep him away, he's too resourceful
Gettin that guap with the glock by my torso
The young terror from the crack era
I turn
Like a toaster man I’m always burning bread
You been workin out for months just to get ate up by that lead
Thirty two ounces of syrup and I been
never die
Knowing when my souls at odds
Give my 2 cents, in lieu of feeling useless
Why every sheep is stupid terrified of they futura
They never present,
and I'm feeling wicked with it
Smoking on a pen how I roll joints mix and stash for the album
On the TV waiting for the election and the outcome, damn
By
the masses but im still gonna pray everyday in Jesus name
Hedge of protection around me so no evil enter my brain or my veins
What do you watch on your tv? Who
dare
Aim to release on my 16th, as seen
On TV, not that we believe it
This album, I conceived it
Soon I'll leave it, like in a hot minute
Your fire I'll
Waterfall, waterfall, ahah
Waterfall, waterfall, waterfall
One, two, three, four
Bitch better watch your mouth
I rap 'cause I love it
Don't do it for
Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry
a boss I forgot
How it felt to be feelin ill. Carpentersville.
I Should've killed. My ex before I got the bill
If you see me on tv takin 2 CC's for TB
Yea
This songs called hold me down
It's off the album two thousand and forever
By Tom Charles and Apcquest
We got our man Isaac playing guitar
We're
plays a part
Delivered like a dart
Stick to the wax, engraev in the lines
Music awards given to the rhymes
The Chubbster returns for the year ninety-two
obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that
know you like it when I get to rubbing on it
But I got options a roster and you ain't on it
My Point Guard's the True God that's no facade
My two Guard's
Verse 1
Spring cleaning, found photo albums while unboxing; as a kid no TV playing Noggin
Cuzzin knockin' 15's playing Nas when
DJ Clue was a must
watchin' Tv at mama's house
Everything's fine
So ol' boy reclined but later on
He tried to reach over the table and change the channel
When he saw a picture
[Chorus: x2]
I know your hating on me cause I'm famous (oh please)
I know your hating on me cause I'm famous (whats it look like)
I know your
Kill it!
Maybe it leaves a stain.
Tell you what: Why don't we go and have coffee somewhere
And by the time we're back, maybe it's gone!
Kill it!
szczerzą zęby ostre a potem tylko napięcie rośnie
W tej mojej dziupli piłem whisky 3 dni by topić smutki
Nie nalewam do szklanki łoję z butli
Nie korzystam z
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