Lyrics:
That extra single you
Gotta stop work it out
Change a thing or two
Maybe fifteen things
Don't be too proud
I've got paralysis by
Overanalysis, I
Can't
was wrong, I showed my problems from my past and she absorbed 'em all
Until she couldnt, I was focused on work
I know thats why it didnt work and we
Nobody can say shit in the music that we making
I really hate it
Cause really I'm just tryna vibe
Chill and relax no cap fam
But the time getting by got me
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
that my nature
Doesn't erupt and leave me stuck that's real
I know me so I know I'm unworthy
It's only by his blood
That I am no longer dirty
Press
to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by
accident
It's all good if you doubted at first
This an empowering verse to make the album emerge
I planted the seeds it was hours of work
I just hope one
is promised
Time my flow so fucking perfect
No they don't know how it works yet
It's a prophecy i'm living
Fuck my hair matches my albums
Watchu ever
you'll listen to all year
And by hit I'm not talking about what you get from a vape
I'm talking about what you gonna hear on this tape
yeah
Some people
album was the Wicked Ways & Softer Shades
Konphlicted was the perfect name
Cause though you yearned for change
Was burned by the harshest of the game
You
Hey, check one, two. Kevin has asked me to collaborate on a post-rock album about a dying heartbeat. Post-rock? Uhh, some sort of dead romance
to the bones
Men of steel works the seam
Laying down their life's for our dream
The man all black covered in soot
Their eyes reflecting my candle light
Ponies
When we can make all mankind
Look! Act! Think! Feel! Hope! Desire! Dream!
By itself Inhale & exhale exactly alike
Oh, happy day, when miracles take
having nothin' to eat
Gotdamn
I had to work for the shit that I got
No I ain't get a damn thing for free
Gotdamn
If I see you strugglin', I respect your
a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If
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On apple music
Lyrics for bulletproof baby by silvana imam
I know you ain't gonna back down on us now that we need you
I want
they turn around and go
And leave her by her radio
She didn't love 'em anyway
Not like she loves the men who play
[Chorus]
She's there at every
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
Movin' in my land cruise 'cause my Lexus caught a flat
So had to take it back
Gold and platinum albums bought me gold and platinum credit cards
I work
Where I'd been murdered by a man with a beard
Where I’d been murdered by a man with a beard
You can't work out what they're
Thinking in their face
the creator of the Purple Tape
The pretty girls are everywhere, what a work of fate
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl
Father
From heavens you fell with a taste for revenge
Your driven by blood of innocent men
A fathers betrayal hurts more then you think
The purest
I be, cruising with my dad
Making new plans
Tryna be a better man
Relaying my feelings man
Men don't cry
That's outcry
Meant to vilify
While we die
dare bring up your ex 'cause he a dead guy
I wonder
Why, oh why? (Oh why?)
Do you ride, do you stick by his side
If he makes you cry every night?
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