Lyrics:
the mail
I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell
We on, we on, yeah
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I'm turning back up my
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
I was kicking it with Soledad
Nigga what you know 'bout that?
Nothing, so I
So honestly, it looked like trapping was my best offer
I'm with some Cuban golfers by the water, eating lobster
I'm trying to see the cheapest prices I
Deleting my IG, cause every time I see these Barbies, I get untimely
And honestly, just let it resonate
I thought about it yesterday, I was trying
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening
put it like this
All this fools talkin' shit all the time
I was 16 wit the bullet representin' the 6-1-9
But this fools couldn't take it, they
want?) What you want?
I want a red '64 Impala with them things on it
It's a blackout inside the abandoned crack house
Only thing from last night was
Spoken : Somehow, it seems the love I knew was always the most destructive kind
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet
As rain upon
walked by you yesterday
Now that you're gone away
I'm glad that you are over today
Take it all back!
The words I thought that you were yesterday
And now
The astrolabe paved the way
For the clock now I'm about to turn it back
Was the qanoon of Ibn
Sina perceived as backwards
When Oxford scholars deemed bathing
itself through me and I make history
So I don't turn around no more
I look at whats in front of me
I'm focused on the future cause yesterday is history
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
never even called me by my name.
(spoken:)
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song,
and he told me it was the perfect country
For the CREAM i beam to retrieve it
Believe it i ain't only sowin', I reapin'
Benefit's up the asshole is that so?
Damn straight
Fabricated transaction
on my plate
On my lonely, by myself I call it breakaway
Looking forward, I ain't worried about yesterday
Woke up this morning I was stunning Steve
guidance and I couldn't find none
Thats a lie, my momma had it but I just didn't listen
I was committing robberies, was only 5'1
13 was B&Es I had to rob
Jobs but i Steve Urk
Oh yeah, yeah, slime
Pain in my eyes, might have to Rinnegan
Keep that burner on my side
Come try to speak to god
I hit it first
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
I'm up in space man
Can't feel my face man
I'm doing A-Ok but I'm not the same man that I was yesterday
No this shit ain't no play
But if it was I
to a higher plane
Day by day
Face the flame
I ain't the same as yesterday
Meditate on my changing ways
Elevate to a higher plane
Mistakes are made
It's how I
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I
even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I
It was all dream
Now I'm putting that dream into reality
I spend too long just doing this wealth
I'm passionate about what I do
Sorta like Steve
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