Lyrics:
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
smashing records like the cd broke, See Dee
In the back of the stu catching a view of the environment
I over analyze shit entirely
Verse 3: A la $ole
It be
Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought
She wandered to a room that before she'd never been
And all at once the interest of her senses
Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought
She wandered to a room that before she'd never been
And all at once the interest of her senses
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
obsessive
Over things that nobody cares about
I try to clear my mind
But the room is seized by all my doubts
What does she even see in you
Are you the friend
rulin' over shit, not a thing
If I will, then it's spill
You a pawn in my game
Watch 'em kill, do a drill
While this prawn on my plate
All this hurt
IN MY ROOM
Performed and Written by Mykul Leeric
Produced by David Montessi
V1-
First off its not my age
Think I didn't know..
Stalking
done in a minute and the room became bright,
It was snug and warm and lit by lamps and a firelight.
A place you would desire to see on a winter's night.
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
to suit ya
Well, you're not her kind of man
That deja' voodoo I will if you do
It's deja' vu all over again
She takes my hand and she whispers to me
mind but they control me
Left hand in the trap room shooting shit just like Ginóbili
She don't wanna hold me, but I'm getting lonely
If I pop too many
fast, I can't control it
I'm fishtailin' leavin' Javier's, I should've chauffeured
Choppin' it up with Bryan 'bout real-estate by the ocean
A seamoss
tellin' what you do
Steady fighting, demons in my head it take control of what i do
One night, hit you in my room and then i pass you to the crew
When i hit
my soul
When you keep touching me
Over and over
Crazy can’t compare this feeling
Got me losing control
Ain’t no stopping me no
Cant keep it
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
leg room and air space on this airplane
Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
on the fence post
Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe
Through your living
number one is to grab her buns
We'll lose control, but we'll keep it clean
She better not wear a dress, wear the blue jeans
New or faded, we want 'em
my shit (you know how we do, man, 40)
Thumbin' through a whole 'nother bag, this not the old one
Run up on this 'Rari, I'm clickin' until it's over
rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say we're the center of attention, it's true
Not to mention back with
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