Lyrics:
Sike
A couple days past
Caught flights back to Chicago
Completely swallowed by sorrow I had to change the tempo
I couldn't take it no more
Tired
In this marathon I’m on pace
Running laps around you all day
Get out my way I’m on pace
Catch me if you can, Tom Hanks
In this marathon I’m on pace
to hit Bob Marley shop
Roll a big spliff with some Guinness stout
No cameras in the red light
And em girls get tested by the government ery night
Eat
got better news for you
You're gonna be great
You're gonna be great
Dreams dwindle as
Time passes and life fastens
It's fear ridden shackles
Latch
back"
I say, I see no problem, bro, because I got it like that
So if you really want to know who's doin' who
You can tell your hos right that I'll be
B.o.B
Even At the end of the day we could shoot, fadeaway, but we still won't be Kobe
Never seen a level that I can't climb
You ain't making money that's
your whole shit back phat
Don't step to me with that
We can't have that weak that
Bob Digital inside your citadel
Shit is critical, word it's gonna take
Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale
Any day of the week, good drink, great weed
One cup, one L, till the sun come up
Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
gonna be the meanest and the loudest
Lewis found me I bet my all ima make him the proudest
Me and Tom came full circle trust me it was overdue
Nothing
with these clowns I’m making beats like if I was selling them by the pound that’s how it feels and that’s how it sounds not all words can be pretty so
and will not star
Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen
Or Bullwinkle and Julia
Mama told me there'd be days like this
Now I'm broke and pissed off
Because it
could be great, where I could be anything or anyone
I wanted to be - one hundred percent pure escapism
until I discovered its precious secret.
The mirror
the Indiana’s great is screaming
Mhm mhm
Excuse me
Do me a favor. By the end of the day I need 40 more haters
Winning on my neck so I never go change it
Ain’t no
Hello, hi! I am a human! Yes, i am a human!
I've waited the most, for the day to be toast and reborn
I'd like to introduce through my host, my name
written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke
written, we spend time spittin' in the booth
Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop
But it's all for the cause, yeah, so I'm
Gonna continue to MC and smoke
Why don't y'all play that pitch
The right manage gonna be in the game
It's the top of the ninth
Josh Gibson is at the plate
The bases are
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
other
Working like I might be trying to get it by the summer
It's gonna be adding up so I don't care about the numbers and
People say a lot but that don't
each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
'Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since
the moonlight
You know? So sassy that can sway you and really make you feel fucking great
So what's a little imperfection to the man who made it
Might be
it one way
I been getting it like all day
Oh wait hold up
Whatcha' wanting fronting
But I'm on all games
Hold up you don't want no Fame
I'm gonna kick
be carefree and let nothing pass me by
Never ever again
It's gonna be so great
It's gonna be so great
It's gonna be just like my wedding day
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