Lyrics:
said they so fuckin’ proud of me
And all my girls said they so fuckin’ proud of me
I got two versions
I got two versions
Shoutout to my bruddas
rise to speculation
On a place called paradise
If I've ever been there
It's when you were with me
You're so beautiful
I can't believe my eyes
Each time
feel)
This is how i feel (This how i feel)
There's a frown on my face
i put a smile in it's place
I keep acting mehn like everything's in place
That's how
wanna go, yeah, yeah
Take me to a place where all my girls on top
Take me to a place where all the Benzes drop top
Take me to a place where I ain't gotta
said they liked the way I looked in my last video
"is there somewhere Nelly all three of us can go?"
I thought about it for a minute and I said, "hmm"
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
a modified version of my everyday voice
I'm aware of that
But you know what
Sometimes just
Like I was made to look like a human, and
Yeah
I was made to look
saved me by grace my patience
So dont come against me
The safe place he has put me
Buton butuca
the one place I know
My home for show
You already know
place, she was the only one by my side
Had a nigga fooled and thinking that she was down to ride
I was da one who was there wiping tears out her eyes
She
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Yeah
Back at it again, Closet Chronicles, you know what I'm saying
Maybe I should name my album Closet Chronic
I don't know
I'll figure it out
Just
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
tourin'
And stopped doing shows and just stayed here
And worked on this album in the garage of my place
So I could be close to my kids
I wear
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
In
To come back for me/
Gave my first my last/
This journeys was a long one/
Thats why my first album’s
A comeback story
Artist/ writer
Mek
Socials:
it's all fact
It's all fact it's non-fiction
Fast forward just a year later
I done drop my first album and
I'm feelin' like I made it
Goin' all around
administrative
I fuckin' hate it, anyway
Long ago, way back in the day in a place called West Deer Park
I was like 5, sit in my mama lap while she would drive
damn delay
Now you lookin at me like no fuckin way
I'm heading out tonight
And my plans fall into place
Got my paper stacked up all in my briefcase
I'm
to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chill,
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
and The Country Roads Collection Albums.
You know sometimes I can't get to sleep at night
I can't quiet my heart or my mind
I toss and turn, I ache and burn
I get
place of the world
It is falling down, like none other
This album, it speaks about every hint
Of what's happening around
The world and how to stop it
It
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