Lyrics:
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed - that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your outtie
Tempermental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo my attitude is all fucked
are not just art for Michelangclo to carve
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
carbons
She scared a young nigga that's why i'm so heartless
I say that I love you you know that I got you
It's up if they buck we ain't gone speak about it
and The Country Roads Collection Albums.
You know sometimes I can't get to sleep at night
I can't quiet my heart or my mind
I toss and turn, I ache and burn
I get
your bitch ass gonna be watching from a broken screen
I say I gave up on giving fucks
I think I think too much
I think I need a million bucks
I know I
"Fuck it"
Your heart don't know what it doesn't (no)
I'm lookin' for my Michael album
So my tensions get buildin' when you
Slide through
Slide
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
straight faced
You can buck it if you want to
Undermining cleverly your twisted schemes
The factors on to bigger and better things
Future shining
Amazing
to feel the sunrise with your beating heart wake up in the morning like a rooster
In the front yard yea i know its hard so i learned to work hard ma did
have ice on their neck
But God has eyes (icy) on my album
Because I baked an album off of my flaws
Yeah, make good use of your pain
I got a phone it's
the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
I don't
of thought I got nicer
Talking about Heiser
I'm an old dog and old dog's get wiser
Caught up in the game, got ya thinking while your doing this
You never
two bones and two phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin'
Take fucking 86
Man, I just barely put my
I was gonna give you guys a dialogue about this whole project
I put my heart and soul into this speech
of your heart dot com
Is just a captain's hat and a fife
If you're a little gifted you pick up the easiest instrument to play in the world
Which is
fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck)
Dead niggas by the truck we don't give a fuck
Little niggas getting buck, we don't give
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
thinkin and preparin your heart
Cause if you hear the wrong thing, you'll be torn apart
Jesse stood up, the train came to a stop
Had a look on his face like
Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens,
Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
When I was just a little kid, I
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
music gotta stretch your soul
Just relax and let the rhythm take you
Don't you be afraid to lose control
If your heart has found some empty spaces
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