Lyrics:
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
the next album that I drop will be the story that defines me (Who I am)
'Cause I am not my sin I’m not a captive
I am not the product of the wrongs that I
rightful head in the air Imma blaze that rifle
They say I'm sick, I'm viral, you'll get jabbed, and a ruptured spinal
Don't care Imma play by my rules
Make
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
The stories we tell will ride high in the sky
The difference will rise, the mothers will cry
The caskets will close and white doves they will fly
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
for me the way I feel for you
Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my
for me the way I feel for you
Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my
and thank you Wes
I’ve had friends in the past but you guys are the best
No matter how much shit, always stuck by my side
Through the mud, through the egg,
take a trip up north i rather take ur life i ain't trying take a loss if i got get it gotta tale it by force
ahh yeah this is our year forget last year
up
I hope that you like it, but even more importantly than that,
I hope you feel something as you hear the story play out
This album flows like a mini
hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook
talking 'bout Andre
I put it on your head, I ain't talking no toupee
See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe
Squeeze on his trigger like ain't no
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"By And By The Way"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
Deep in contemplation
Praying in my hands
Lord
tell you nine tales
Or nine stories
Drinking forties on the ninth story
Or the thirteenth story
Or are you superstitious? The fourteenth story
Mitch
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flying trapeze
Into
or a knife
No value for life
So remain polite
A price on the head
Is one of my few delights
Sheist heists
Guided by moon light
Move right?
Wrong thoughts
Clues
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