Lyrics:
You people are pathetic what happened to the good old days?
When songs didn't have to be whiney
I blame coldplay
And I blame you
But rather than sit
and jumpin
That ass it bounce and jumpin
Heard you whispering bout me, guess y’all want the quiet smoke
All good y’all just keep on talking only time before I
I've been thinking
Years have gone by and it's only the beginning
Time to clear the slate and leave it all here
Tryna be sincere and I did shed a tear
the experience wasn't appreciated
By my young mind
"yeah get to the point"
Chill brah, let me talk
"Well explain the two area codes
Thats tatted on your arms"
a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used
Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles...
"Marty, Marty listen to me. Bring me something the kids will cry for.
Get out there, and get us
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
back and its all good
'Cause you look good well you might as well stay old
Came back from a takeover
If you had a chance with me, well its looking
couldn't ignore this kid
Because his music was actually so good
And so influenced by that kind like sample-based house
Er and boombap sort of stuff that's
Good evening ladies gentlemen!
This is DJ Bryan speaking, all the way from South Korea.
Today, I’m gonna introduce a song ‘SPARKS!’ made by nerdina.
not ultra-violet
I feel like Bradley Cooper trying find me a silver lining
And I don't need a, suit or tie to keep me alive
I just need a good ass crew
their backs turning away
With wishes of good luck
They say I'll be okay
These times go by so fast
I'll never have them back
I know that life will
Every time I took a fall, best believe you was there
Picked me up when I was down, I knew that you cared
And when my momma wasn't around, I knew
doubt you do, I'm down to drop
My album soon that's bound to
Flop then down a few
And Mounty Bop around the room without a top
I'm out of tune and out
niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar
Spittin'
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
was asleep with her boyfriend
When they heard loud knocking on the door
Followed by the door being shot several times and
Finally someone kicking
much about it,
but I was good at it,
The cops they never heard about it,
I had a few friends who broke up over ends,
Man its funny how that shit just
home
Cold outside as if is Moscow
Wrote my album and then left home
Now I'm dreaming into uni
Perplexed thinking how Imma do this
All goals complex
finally breaking out this shell
Sometimes I don't feel right so I just ride by myself
Imma work it out but first I gotta figure out the problem
Quit asking
Yeah you look real good in that Dominos shirt
You be delivering pizza, while I eat yogurt
Every time I see you, I feel a stinging in my eyes
I be eating
Christian?
(No, me ah Muslim)
Me did ah go tell you read yuh Bible
But alright, go read yuh Quran
(Respect DJ)
(By di way me love di album) Mad
(Me
to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still
a crazy trigger finger on me
That bitch shoot, shoot, shoot
Pulled up to they album release
Party, you heard "Do, do, do"
Niggas got a problem with me
But
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