Lyrics:
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
another language
That you only learn by living
With years of pain and anguish
It's a skill you have to earn
Called 'the art of being anxious'
Cuz it burns
back that broken plate
And It's all on the face
And It's hidden by shade
Seven dark lights of grey
Seven shaded with paint
Don't say you're love ain't
The biggest monster is the smallest one, yet the evilest
Release your demons, I'm pleased to me him vis-à-vis
Just tell me I can party with pals by Easter
Baby, I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
enslavement
Fresh out the box our mental has been endangered
Hopping out the trap created by cruel caveman
Injustice and Poli-tricks the Zionist's anonymous
I'm behind you with a gun and a knife
Bitch, I'm a beast and I'm hungry tonight
You bring a knife, I bring a gun to the fight
Bitch, I'm a monster
the lamp on
'Cause this album pack enough evil
That you can't fit inside a Jansport
Go to school with this
I go from AP to JC inside of fucking week
it
That's the question please stop asking it
I can't reveal my secrets every verse is like a magic trick
So pick a bar any bar
You won't see what
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
and destructive fetus
Hey yo rappers with the sweet skills
Chicks into cheap thrills
Alcoholics smokin gasoline weed lets build
Mac lethal can you feel it or are
ahead and call me gay
We know I make you butt sore
Sweaty and played out just like a cheap and
Rugged hump whore in a dump boy
What you wantin' dehydrated
Houdini is Lit
The dice with me
The eyes on me
The Pressure on me
Is high on me
The likes of me
Getting high are steep
And I got the burdens
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
Get hip to the game boy it's not a joke ting
Gave you a blem didn't make you smoke it
Won't be defined by system that control shit
Couldn't afford my
This for all you bitches out here still talking that shit
You know all that talk, but talk is real cheap
Come on, meet me up
Let's talk it over
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
you balance regret
With what you’ll lose
Trick or treat
(Tear apart your old receipts)
Bring your old receipts
Sort out the letters and we’ll spell out
on with my life
But I'm trying to keep control of this monster inside
Feels like I'm just seeking out the devil's delight
They want to cast me aside like
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags, his feelings and his cash
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