Lyrics:
Had to quit my job cause that shit was not for me
When the country is at war but you tryna find some peace
You gotta stretch your hand when it’s getting
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
Hi, I'm Daniel Keplin
Most people won't ever comprehend with My
Struggle's importance and people will never
Fully understand it except for me
I feel
ready-Freddie on guitar
To me a way of life, now
Music is alive
I am sister Rosie, hey
Jump in with the crowd, now
Music is alive
I know (I know), I
my brother, now he actin' out of place
You can call me Moses, by the way, I'm partin' ways
Niggas try to get at me, I get them out the way
Well, okay
think of you
Like Patti Labelle if you only knew
I ain't taking and L
Neither is the crew
I got drip for sale
Pray they wish me well
Shorty bad as hell
market
So keep barkin' 'cause real dogs we bite first
Y'all can talk on the mics but in life my knife works
I'm ready for the game, is it ready for me
If you don't,then later you'll grow to regret it
You can ignore and think I'm talkin' out loud for my health
But don't ya do it for me,just do it for
you all to call me Loretta.
REG
What!?
STAN
It's my right as a man.
JUDITH
Why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
STAN
I want to have babies.
REG
You
They say a bad influence is better than no influence
You feel what I’m sayin’
We gon’ get right to it you feel me
Say
I watch out for snakes cus they
(Let me tell 'em what it is)
Intellect music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
This is African music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Ghetto child music (Can I
very hard, mentally
This shit is draining and draining for you to
Be able to get up there and
Do music that people love
And do interviews with
A smile
LL when it come to scooping Patti Labelles
First time we linked up it was coffin to nails
I'm the man
Every move filled with bigger plans
Plenty
man sound better
Than me with my style"
I had to mimic how your style sound
To prove I can shit on you with any style
I'm moving my bows now
I
't you tell?
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a that come with plan B
soul here to sleep
With me
Lost
You may think that I'm lost
But I see the way clearly
Like I haven't seen before
All the Time
Your sound in my ears
the front and behind
I can’t wait to get up and reup at dinner time
I can’t wait til I get home
Is there any more room baby
Did you save enough room for me
for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do"
In 1970, David Peel's second album came
???Gold Digger???
- ???You take my money, when I???m in need/Yeah, she???s a triflin??? friend indeed/She certainly is/Oh she???s a gold digger, way over
intoxicated for me to take the high road
Since the Whiskey came, I done lost my way
Lost myself in a drink
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself
shooting at stars
I can't put crime down
Even though I put my line down
I still keep moving with bars
So fuck nine bars - give
Me four, give me eight, give
music..
To relax my mind, so I can be free
And ab-sorb sound that keep me 'round
Doin my thang, constantly with no worries
Peace to Keith Murray..
with me everyday. And everyday I'm trying, you know, how I can be less of a mess. 'cause you know, he showed me, Look Lauryn, you know, You
can hear him please
Ayo, this shit is quite clear
You got booed in Philly, right here
This a nightmare
You should've punched me in my face when I
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