Lyrics:
have any famous last words
If you're somebody nobody knows
I don't know
Somebody go and ask Clair
She's been dead twenty years just look at her hair
'm sizzlin?
You don't know what that is?
You can't get the party started without that!
Let's do it!
You want me to jam I'm finna enter
Brain waves came
ask me
Being great's a hobby
Flow is smooth or choppy
I'm not being cocky
Me they'll try to copy
She don't know karate
Still she move her body
No i
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
asks
"Nothing, " I say, shaking my head softly
So I don't disturb the ornate twist of hair
Pinned precariously on top of my head
I turn back
what feels right
Baby, I, baby, I just don't wanna miss a thing
Don't wanna miss a thing
Come along, come along, come along and don't ask why
Oh, can
some three-chord truth
Wheezed by a wizard on the phone from Duluth
He said, "something's happening, but I don't know what it is."
"Do I, Mr. Dylan?"
start disappearing
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
Life death roll the dice Know you don't get to go twice
Don't ask back Make sure you
Steady calling my phone
Like you want some thing
Always ready to fight
Like you on something
I am not one to beg
I ain't ask for issues
I don't want
all about you
Yeah, you ask about me
But it's all about you
Yeah, right
I like a lot of things about you like the way you say you surf
But you
twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
She starts talking
Popular loner
Nobody knows me
I do my own thing
I keep it lowkey
You don't have to ask to know me
Who you be with
I be with
take a vacay might just end up in LA, where the people like to hate you
Just another damn mistake
My name's YVNG GUAP, I don't like to go by any other
and the pen, the place you pointed at
Be California's best
All I ask, all I ask
Hey, please don't tell me
That I'm dreaming
When all I ever wanted was
and the pen, the place you pointed at
Be California's best
All I ask, all I ask
Hey, please don't tell me
That I'm dreaming
When all I ever wanted was
what it would have taken to keep me cool.
Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone
You'll know the love that I had for you was never my own.
Hold fast, my dear
In every moment of doubt
That's all I ask of you
I won't let you down
I promise it'll be okay
It won't matter what they say
that lottery, I hit it
I'd like to kinda make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don't want you to think I'm tryin' to buy back
was askin' for
I gave you every single thing you was askin' for
I don't understand how anybody could ask for more
Got a list of even more, I just
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
did the right thing
They don't move that fast they act like they don't like cheese
Had a couple niggas mad like they don't like me
Is it cause I
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