Lyrics:
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
These are the proverbs of Solomon, David's son, king of Israel
The purpose of these proverbs is to teach people wisdom and discipline
And to help
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like
succumb to this illustrious
Production provided by The Kollectiv he's the hungriest
Producer as far as I'm concerned, we're decimating
Every radio station
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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is a message to the youth
Checke wa abrabo hwe the people you dey recruit
Its better to be walking with a friend
Who go motivate you than to mingle in
to them people
Your baby daddy broke, bitch, we are not equal
Let's get even, let me go and rob that nigga on the weekend
Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck
on the come up
Rich as fuck, same person you made fun of
Running and gunning, I'm still the same
Haters want me down and say I went insane
They can go fuck
To save me eternally
And some people who think they
Got word from me
It's all just part of the job
So I ain't gone come at their neck yeah
I'm just gon'
Stuck in this matrix and saying this shit's like the simulation theory
I'm surrounded by these people, but I feel there's no one near me
Kind
Remember the departed (parted)
In a land where good friends
Are getting harder to come by (come by)
People call me a hero (hero)
But I call that a FarCry
the sh-, bi-
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, sh-
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go
now
Wait, here comes my favorite lyric
I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die
And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP
Just to try to get
Come on, gimme a verse
Kevin, you make a mistake you gotta
Start all the way over leave that in there
I like this fuckin guy
The years go by so fast
I thought that it would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
The years go by so fast
I thought they would
gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
the thing bin go oooo
so when you hear me on the radio
and when you see me on the TV though
catch me latter when am jaming on the stage
it's all about
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
Arranging cuffs and brick walls
When I ride through
Or my people will come and find you
Kindly remind you
Better yet Divine you
Help you meet your Maker
Radio Station KMG, 187 on your dial
And what I want you to do is tune in
At 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-Mack
They'll gonna be
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