Lyrics:
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
fluctuations
Waves on waves configurations
That dance between the balls of sound
And bind my world to soul"
The Stooges were a Freak Out band
In Detroit
circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous
Written by Glen Burtnik, Bob Berger, Tommy Shaw, Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Somebody lookin' for the answer,
Somebody dyin'
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
But I feel how I feel I set flame to the mic like some takis
Yeah that's for real
Drop the album? Nah I let that shit spill like an ink blot I'll never
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies
That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin' selfish
Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis
'Cause the postman rings
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
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
my money right
So let some dumb nigga take a flight
So I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range,
her legacy
Got a 5 year plan call it destiny
Blonde bitch w/ a wagon call her Presley
BY always talkin bout longevity
So I gotta move like a chess piece
that my president gone, how convenient the world has ended
I tried to warn 'em with The Seventh Seal
The world is wounded, it may never heal
Even
of shit before all of this
Well now I feel completely empty
Spent a week lost in albums made by my friends
Near the only thing that helps me feel rested
Flash in, flash out
Flash in, flash out
Fam, my album's now in stores
Flash in, flash out
Flash in, flash out
Flash in, flash out
Flash in, flash out
under my arm
Smoke charm and learn about this world's ?
Revelation the world cooks
I spit gold versus the pearl hooks
The first album made the world
the world has seen me
With my dreams i aint gone fly
Watch em fly in the sky
(Verse 1 -JJ Million)
Turns out my haters are the closest
You think hate is
I bring em murder in numbers
Bet I Be hot by the summer
Give that work to the gunnas
My niggaz taking you under
Hit a bitch with that lumber
I bet i
Moves win or lose
I wasn't tryna die
Like all there other fools
By gunshots or wicked
Plots I watched
Every younging with
Potential die
Or left in
Cause I'm on a path
To let my visions be chosen
By the ones have spoken
No if, ands or buts
Its either this or the coffin
I'm sorry mom
I know you hate
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
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