Lyrics:
the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash
And my next piece of ass, so fuck 'em all!
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
And now for my next number
I'd like to return to the classics
Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music
The first time around
You
extended family. I've become the connecting point for all of our family members around the world, from the United States, back to the Philippines. I make
Staring from the sideline
You don't really know
Things I had to try
Things I had to do, uh
Walls I had to climb
Started in my room
Started just by writing
in the blue flame all in the six
With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
Last thing he know all these hoes ain't use to know me now they
you on a deeper level
Cherish it
Cause by the time you get this Album, I don't know what the future has in stored for me
But I pray I'm still around
sheet
By this microphone, by this microphone
I think the rock 'n roll girls
In this world want apologies, want apologies
I read this stuff, but
the rep/of material objects
R&b niggas switching from rap to rock sets
Yet once again neither one saw the signs
number ten's simple mind combined with
rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would
Not burn
quarantined for some time
And it's got me thinking if
The world's gonna end
'Cause lately I'm dreaming about you
And we're more than friends
They range from us
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
people or for culture in a
Way so now I always have to have that in my
Mind, that I have, like
A family that I have to protect too
Ellen: Mm hmm yeah
of empty flings
Superficial phony faking love that's never deep
On to the next from an ex with the hurt that is sure to replay on repeat
Stuck in a cycle
to tune them out face my fears and make my choices
I've been overthinking just a feature to my mind
Getting signals from those people why I left them all
of the summer
And aint nothing in the refrigerator ima go make a plate from something
I used to dress up in my basketball uniform to scam donation money
Yeah i
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
my pen gets
Fade out like a vignette
I've been taking too long waiting for the line that comes next
Finished the album now I'm on another level
Figured
I move in silence from fear of myself
Mind racing, battled thoughts of me killing myself
Deep down I needed the help
So I reverted to the past
simple, Mr. Yates
What, do you mean?
You're the creator
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I'm
nothing but blackness
Nothing to feel
Nothing to live for
Putting in the minds of these rappers
That their time is limited
4 minute beats from H3
Nothing to feel
Nothing to live for
Putting in the minds of these rappers
That their time is limited
4 minute beats from H3 or filament
Heart darkened by
So my block made heavy money my weed fluffy
N' got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20's come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage
Like
So my block made heavy money my weed fluffy
N' got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20's come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage
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