Lyrics:
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
surely disregard it
And I'm just bein honest
I spent my time and days for it
Life hit you hardest, I gotta make a way for it
On my mama I gotta find me
me yeah I know
Like whips, I swerve
Like Williams, I serve
Like pimps, I splurge
Straight from the top like my notes hit the curb yeah
Y'all know this
they try
They've got to pay time and time again, time and time again
I'll be praying to my higher self
And I'll be standin' there, where the boats go by
Hey baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin' cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love 'em but don't tell 'em
I make the beats
This is the EJM news
Elijah Marrow tell them the news
Ladies and gentlemen we have breaking news
We got Karens and angry mamas
it... Then there is no way you can live without it.
Real talk....
See me I go by Zel Williams... I'm sure y'all Kno and heard of me...
I'll leave my
nuts
I take a sip of that 'gnac, I wanna fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's amazin is how I keep blazin'
Towel
all alone (mama)
Ouu big drip it ain't came from the mall (drippy)
Street Bud, Big Quavo, it's time to ball (woo, uh, ay)
Ice on my neck, I
Sunday morning I heard mama pray
From a room I heard her say
"Good Lord help my son find his way"
"Lord he's just a country boy"
"He thinks the world
paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered me yet
But I hear him
Retired teacher but your words still got me evolving
Never get sloppy drunk, but alcohol is problem solving
And look, I hate it when you hate on all my
a good heart
Plus look at where we are
I'm surrounded by friends
I'm already a fucking star
I told my mama
I'm gonna start a band
We got friends
We don't
My objective of delivery has gone
From diary entries to findin out the limits of my lung
EP similar to none
I wanna hear the record spin until it’s
By some trigger happy policeman,
Gotta keep a hold on my sanity
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to die here.
My mama says she can't
feel
My daily routine narrated by an Attenborough
Over the instrumental to "Keep It Thoro"
My chain bang glass ceilings, Joe Burrow
When
have it all, but I'm far from where I came from
I been putting in work on the daily
Don't care what you say bitch just pay me
Money on my mind, women
In my zone
When the instrumental be like 19 hunnids
That shit get me running
Na na na na na na na
Yeah I think i got it, yeah
Dammit Louis is lit
my mind
That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin'
Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do
Oh my darling
Tell me what is really going on
Yeah
Momma told me not to talk to strangers life is tough
I put syrup in my Coca-Cola, dude it's gon
I’ve been making music my whole life
Wether it be
Tappin pencil
Instrumentals
Or playing
Pianos
In the night
When I was young we couldn’t afford
The mouth is statured with a work for real it got me hurtin'
Of course a nigga flirtin', come from behind that curtain
I got some more deliveries but yet I be
lets talk about this street I know
Meta meta yo is needed when its time for me to go
I spent my whole life on this KC street
The PASEO where the real
pardon Mr. Keebler but I love Vanilla Wafers
See I got it going on 'cause of the songs that I write
I got it going on 'cause my crew's enough hype
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