Lyrics:
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
what you do
Why must I ask myself why
That you're not telling lies
Telling me, telling me
That you're playing by the rules
If you're playing by
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
You gotta see it to believe it
Believe you're achieving what you been reaching for
You're not defeated by your demons
I know the feeling, you gotta
You Already Lost
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Your power is already fading & I’m never
go to Cali
Right by the sea
Where I want to be
Only one person can stop me, that's me
Got my whole life in a backpack
Talk behind like you're looking
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
Don't let me split you in the head
From now on you are now marked For death (You
for a ride you know I can't resist ya
Bet I could make album from just way you look tonight
Why don't we find the outcome of us feeling this vibe
Come
I was made for this I swear it
My veins are filled with all this musical talent
Or maybe I'm just infected by desire
To step on the ladder climb
Make me bleed, you’re gone feel my pain
You ain’t gotta lead me, I know my lane
Wouldn’t believe what I overcame
So trust me ‘fore I leave, you’re
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
unless you scream
You'll never see it coming
You'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes
You're done in
By the time it's hit you, your last surprise
Oof
Song Name-Hurting Me. Album-Messy
It's the fourth time in a week and you havn't returned my calls.
Said you're out there with your boys,
Do you know
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics
[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Maybe it's my insecurities
Send you everything 'cuz you're family
Bump the album don't skip
'Cuz you like the sound
Ignore the hate
Those road blocks will
Had to take the trip down south with it
Skeletons come alive
Skeletons come alive
Had to take the trip down south with it
Down south
But you're dead
a businessman
He just hit me like get this album finished
So I asked for some love from ol' kupyd
These bars they not new shit
Just reused a couple and the rest
your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only
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