Lyrics:
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When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
You know, gospel is more than a music genre
It's a message and we got some of the best
Messengers to ever do this
DJ Mykael V on the ones and twos
and I can't get a minute, can't get a
minute without you
You're always on my mind, you're always in my head
And I can't live, I can't live another day
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
'm sorry for causin' her pain
"Causin' me pain?"
"Causin' me pain?"
She asked again and she grabbed my right hand
Asked "Am I crazy, said look here, baby
smith-pierre in refuge, laid in ashes, on rush
street, in the cold, specific savannah of ladbroke
grove or weeksville or bondy. can't you hear them
holding
're the one I wanna walk close to.
Holding me back. Getting to know you.
What's been holding me back. Getting to know you.
What's been holding me back.
you with me
For the rest of my life
No, I ain't feel this way about nobody in a long time
Even then, I wanted somebody
For me
But I want somebody for
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
bumping thirty-five mill, But I'll count it Up later
All my thoughts are my traitors
I can't handle behavior
That's out of line, I pass Em out like a Waiter
going on for a bit
There's nothing left in my stomach
But guilt and an empty pit
I play out in real-time
Through a screen in my pocket
And I can't even
sugar's low
Been diabetic for a year but you wouldn't even know
Gotta drink my juice, now I'm on the rise
Back to veggin' on the couch, and I'm feeling
like Vegas
Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment
(How I'm paid?) Niggas abandon your village
I spit with a foul mouth like
laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no
watching, They wanna see me on my face (Yea)
But when they see me succeeding, they want me to give 'em all the game (Give it)
I can't be generous to you lil
and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question
to blow, so they can blow, like a trumpet
I remember when you pricks ain't give a shit
Talkin behind my back, prayin' that I would quit
I didn't listen, even
they can ****, like a trumpet
I remember when you pricks ain't give a ****
Talkin behind my back, prayin' that I would quit
I didn't listen, even when my
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
scraps, For pennies a day, barely making our way.
V31 Husband
I urge you, say no more, I command you, my wife. Don’t walk out that door, you’re ruining
my hands, hands, hands above my head
Mes petit's monsters, hands in the air
SING IT!
I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry
that a song can travel, faster than Santa, and without the reindeer!
Somewhere around my fifth album appropriately titled Five Golden Rings, I began
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