Lyrics:
twilight and I stood in a greyish haze of the vast empty building
When the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
All the things of this world it said
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
is like the farthest thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets
But these
core of
I'm Me
And all we ever have is just this because by
Virtue of anything being that we don't have it
So
If it's just
This one choice
Here
Now
With
ain't cool Lush why you set this
Up to get this dude crushed?
My tool bust, yeah I keep the heat
The only time you squeeze that thing and
Bust is when you
hast forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I would even show up to this fake shit
So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit!
'Specially in my
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
the trees
Here she comes
I'm down on my knees
Here she comes
Are you trying to break my heart
Prodigal Son
This is the hour
Of my confession
Telling
remember
Things that be happening over me
Is making it too hard for me in this world that I live
This world is Everly on my shoulder
Everyday a new memory
bending at their knees
Even when they're wearing skinny jeans
This is the swag of a monster
The one who couldn't be bothered
To come out on time
Cause I was
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
This is
DJ Khaled
This is
I'm about unity, man
This is
Gotta love it
Greetings from Miami-Dade County, Florida
This is, this is, this is, this
You are Able
You are Able
And by Your Word I stand and I testify
You are Able
How many of you believe that
That God is Able
Our God is Able
By Your
by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
Can't pretend de love gone but de truth is I done move on
To loving me
And muh loving feel so
wanna be a motherfuckin' hustla, ya better ask somebody
This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
wanna be a motherfuckin' hustla, ya better ask somebody
This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
arrived in light
In a summer's fateful moonlit night.
This is the story that I will tell
Of that unforgettable '97 night.
Aman aman
So suddenly you are
one of a kind
Uh, yeah
My name is Logic, if you don't know by now, I'm always on my grind
And at this moment in time, I'm on a road when I write
Only thing I got in this bitch is my life
Only thing these niggas wanna see is the hype
Working through the day, imma get it by the night
Why these
kid
'Cause I'm still alive in this bitch
You know the flip checks
And give em the rhythm with quickness, yeah
Whatever it is, I get it done
Flipping
To the lapel of my dress
I swallow this is it
The door to the left of the
Clerk's temporary desk is open
I can feel the bodies of
The other families behind us
Step by step
On the beat
Feeling like in codeine
I can't see
Little things
You know me, I don't like this
This not purple
This is green
I don't like
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