Lyrics:
raise this generation
My respect to the mother's that be holdin' it down
But it sure would be nice to have my daddy around
[Verse 1:]
All I need is
What I see is how I feel and damn
I'm alone
I am lonely lonely lonely
I am lonely lonely in my life
I am lonely lonely lonely
God help me help me
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
of Versailles with a queen by my side
In this hot girl summer, I'm just trying to find a wife
Visualizing from every island that's on Hawaii
With my team
Island, New York (put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan, Uptown (cock that shit)
You know takin' my early days, let's take
Been going through these Changes
And they say they miss the old Me
I been getting faded all by my Lonely
I be smoking DUMB DUMB
Trynna to run from
sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket lining
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian,
type of dream
I'm lonely when I'm not between her love
That the queen, yeah
She probably with my homie by now
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
when they hated
Open Mic crush shit blank faces
Staring back at me like off to the races
But you aint gonna top my shit at all
You aint never gonna
give me a toke
So I Don’t fuck up the rotation
Puff puff give
I’ll take a word smith
Vacation
Next on the mic
Is my bro ravioli
Ravioli: third eye
you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
I'm by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
like a diamond
Dreaming on this island
While your just back home crying
You know you need to be by yourself
Before you go and hurt someone else
Count
All these girls slidin in my DM's
Like we playin on a playground
We was rappin on a cup mic
Like we came a long way now
All this stress up in my head
an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
My attitude is fucked up but abrogable
Different methods
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
(You don't even know me)
Rollin' off a perc', that's why I been movin' slowly
Zero to a milli' makin' hits by my lonely
Preachin' through the mic
here to air out dirty laundry Weak will clear out
This me sending a flare out from a small deserted island
Golden Girls on the mic you Blanch and Rose
in my mind is a check
'Bout my hunneds, it's still fuck a test
By my lonely, don't fuck with rest
Khaled 5s on my feet I'm the best
Not my bitch nigga
Let’s keep it real
I’m chasin paper ion care bout a deal
Do this shit by my lonely bitch fuck how you feel
Run up on me swear i’m catchin a kill
Who gon ride for you
Still be my dawg I knew
I know you don't know me
I'm chilling by my lonely
Late nights a lot of those, headed for a bottom road
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
Aye, yeah, yeah
Long live Gamo
Gamo world
Aye, inspirational
I be talking about my life, this not music
My only best friend, my mic
He the only one
medulla oblongata
Kill a mic like El-P and Killer Mike, searing light
DJ Premier, it's my world premiere tonight, feeling right
Hair trigger softer than
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