Lyrics:
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
raging in its course
Hit the ocean depths
Where giant typhoons flood the desert of last hopes
Behind graves, behind the king's graves
Searching for
in the sky, nowhere to run,
Came to the desert, burned by the sun,
Came out of somewhere, I ain't never been back,
All down to bad luck,
King
The king will strike the pawn Strength prevails you can't deny it All our vows turned out a lie I make my way out in the cold My buried heart starts
jerry gross,
Do the hucklebuck by coast to coast,
Steve blacknell on the telly,
The classic beard of altobelli,
Leon klinghofer, baby duck(? ),
Blonde
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
Ladies and gentleman
The main event tonight in the Great American Music Hall
Is a man culminated the arts
He is the self-proclaimed king of drama
So
the forest
Tyrannosaurus with it, they can't reach me
Chose my scene like I'm on DVD
I do shows then drugs then repeat
‘till my nose got blood like they paid
Swear I gotta walk around like I'm cold hearted
I know come with the streets so you gotta be the smartest
I be ready, put a bosciat painting where his
to show – beatin' beatin'
Trace and deal
Take a slow ride on my heal
Days have an end, float into desert sand
Cold is the night, blue is the sea
you throw in bars
I run the gambit like I'm throwing cards
From popular mechanics to overdosing hearts
Paint cold pictures like nova scotia
ever make me small, like a cat-er-pillar
Why Didn't you blow, me like a cold winter?
Someday, you be like, The runaway horse
Starlight will falls into
show ya boy rollin'
I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring
Holding my coast by myself never folding
Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin' em know
the most
Only a matter of time
Soon we be coast to coast
Hatisi kuita zvekubiridzira
We be on that grind mode
Hatisi kumira, cause we on
We kings like Leon
cold, plus hot, Rap "Leon Phelps"
Oh! Where the money at, show me the dough
Dummies, I'll show you the dough
Cause
My Dough, my flow, my shit, my
shit is infectious
It started at Two Twelve Leon
A street that my family used to be on, in a city that been flooded with frion
Meaning niggas been cold
Now our conversations dry like a desert
You lied to my head & now its in my liver
And I told you I'm Right You said it's a lie
Now you're hiding from
Walking lonely
Horizon turns to blur
Heat is rising
Every hours stronger
Cold nights
Catch you by surprise
Then you realize
The sun burns your eyes
I met a traveller from an antique land who said two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert
Near them on the sand, half shrunk
Kobe with red socks but not Boston
My eyes red with a heart of gold cold soul I'm not copping
When I'm on top there'll be no topping
I'm educated but
that one take phenom
Take it above and beyond pions gettin' peed on soon as I put the beat on
Four pounds for the four crowns Kings de Leon
I told essays
a surround professor
Bitch nigga digester, wide frame carressor
I test a yellow hoe, as I ride by slow
On choppers I caught the eye, of a nigga block away
I'm married to the millions, going steady
King play, wit bags of the paper, like confedi
Dripping all this waterboy, Bobby Bosha
Draco, get
she had scarpered I was broke
Laying cold in the bed with a whale for a head
So death valley queen go marry your king
Or an old maid you'll end up
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