Lyrics:
a monster, bitch I barely ever sleep
I never eat, 160 if I rounded up by three
Count to three, bet I run up at the sound of that gun
Thanking God the race has
Or in the studio
And um
I'm just so proud
Of, how you are so focused
To do what you love
Shackled by his feet and hands
No village, no image, what it
Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze
He continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions
Good evening
Do not attempt to adjust your radio, there is nothing wrong
We have taken control as to bring you this special show
We will return it
gotta brag about it fool
Heard he died fullclip aint have a chance to grab his tool
Sent dat nigga outta space cause he aint planet by the rules
On some
bring
To the sentence
Swear I can't cook, but I'm makin' the bread
Swear I can't write, but I'm three albums in
Swear I am black, just look at my dreads
to speak my way, ayy
Album reviews just came in
"Tales From The Crypt" got a
Three out of ten a guy told me that I rap
Too much about my dead
Grandma
To the sentence
Swear I can’t cook but I’m makin' the bread
Swear I can’t write but I’m three albums in
Swear I am black just look at my dreads
Swear I get lit but
real junk
Nothing but A's
I dropped a new album I got nothing but praise
He calling me bae
He play in my hair but he ain't Arrogant Tae
You say you don't
(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,
It feels like super 8, you know frame by frame
I can recall my whole life, but let me explain
The scene that pop most
Are the times I was stabbed by
finish up this album
I love you
Stacks
Girl I got everything I want in life
But you not by my side
Everytime you come around I be catching butterflies
You
to like smoking with homies
But now I prefer getting high by myself, I don't know
Why I be like this, ay, when did I grow
So fucking violent, I lost control
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
Yes, you're known by the company you keep
You say you're doin' nothing wrong
I don't believe you are
I'm only trying to help you sis
Before
this is the containment
You won't, you feel deep deadly boredom
And all day long, you do nothing but your phone
I know its so hard to believe it, yeah
I
musical way before rap
I did wanna be the tap dance kid
On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary
Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now
FYI for your info
you get inside
Bout to let you deep in my mind
Kick your shoes off put em aside
Are you feeling the vibe? I like leaving it high
Compare it too my life
[Chorus - Roots Manuva]
Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep
[repeat 3x]
Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep
Ladies and Gentlemen
You're welcome to the Bad Boys Album
By the one and only Undisputed Manager
With the vibes machine
Pan pate to the world
Omo la
exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with
recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the Dutch many years ago
Three billion strong and here
Couple years gone by, we gotta elevate
Cause the Flaws got us all in a mental state
My nigga just told me he got 3 bad bitches
I said to him, "your
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