Lyrics:
to the building
Get off your your you know what and go get it
P Miller told me boy it's no limit
You just want a deal with the majors I want more than a seat
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
look, go ask Otis P
I been clutchin' pistols every show, you reach, you go to sleep
So fresh, I got OCD, I ain't got no damn O-P-P
Got somethin'
Perfect afternoon
Like the sky, I'm lookin' blue
Lighting up the room
Pull the curtain, kill the view
Say what's on my mind
But it ends in never
your shapes electric blue
Don't fall to pieces on me
Lost in a lullaby
Side of the road
Melt in a memory
Slide in a solitude
Not 'til I can
I'm liquid
I'm liquid
I'm liquid
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By Kweli to Nas, styles be droppin’ they jaws
I’m liquid,
Recorded by Hank Snow
The sun goes down
And leaves me sad and blue
The iron curtain falls
On this cold war with you
Tho' you don't speak
And I won't
ain't no trials
This is my life
Day after day and then night after night
I Fall on my ass
But I'm here to write it
The sooner the better
Bitch I'm
fall and when they
Burn
Like words on a Sunday afternoon
Return
As ashes in the Monday blues and she learns
That she herself is nothing new and future
as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't certain
'Cause the lenses through which
me?
Combing over Broken Cross I held on you
Haunted by the ghost of something new
Curtains fall, fashions fade, an endless summer over
Another
and pearl blue
These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind
As I stroll to the front of the VIP
the seasons in blue
The once familiar faces, I'm afraid, have left with you
Go on child, walk on by, kick me in the mud and leave me to dry
Don't get off your
to bleed
Living foul with was his style broken down to the knees
Begging & pleading
Please P I got 3 seeds
Devilish deeds got em rolled up like sleeves
the people I love the most
Blinded by pain, I became the shadow of my former light
Low-current moon
It is why the darkness keeps chasing after me
It is why all
coppin p millers
Coppin big weight BIT*H
Back ina g blowin the gas shit got hot
Tryin flee the scene me and my niggas got stopped by the cops
I was dirty
The suns a fall'n and the nights a call'n, I hope you'll be here in the morning
But i know that your feeling kind of blue
The day's a come'n but you
again
Oooh-wee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Uhh, uhh, it`s G&B
Sincere Money Harm
Ghetto & Blues, M.O.P.
Brooklyn, uhh, L.I., yeah
All my life, thought I had to make Paper and Pounds
That's P's mother, mother, man I hope I make you proud
Ah
Niggas think I'm crazy ‘coz I love my
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
eye
Tells her now it will heal faster
She said "I told doctors that
I happened to fall over
It's funny you call me Smurf
Now I'm blue all over
Be
Look at this blue pile of shit
What do you still want with it?
Burnt to a careless carcass
By hairless harnesses
Whoever can gather the paper
Is
hands
Lit by the warm light of the spring air and curtains fluttering
And though you had tried to convey it to me
It’s only foam coming from your dried
Little by little I'm stacking my cheddar and spending a couple to hold all my pants up
Been at the top of my game for a minute now so when I walk in
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