Lyrics:
that time's a healer No matter what folks say How can years fly by so fast And breaks in a heart mend so slow I don't like holding on But I can't let go.
year break tell the story
Hear the take I was six years old thinking they just fell asleep
By nine I had to think
Well how tired could they just be
be or do anything
Got my first guitar at seven years old, started to play and sing
Same year, I started acting
A couple years later
I caught a love
it, I'm never fumbling it
Don't let it go, know how to get it? Then let me know
Been 'bout the paper since four years old; origami folds
Hoes tryna get
for what you understood
Lyrical minds playground
Rolling down the wood
QB, LA, Compton, NY this is real oldschool
In code 6, 1, 0 to 4, 5 get
down the road all those years later
I traded this all for a guitar
And a new start
My fingertips were smitten
With banging six strings
'Til my calluses
Caught In The Limelight
By Brad Dassey feat. Brooklyn Sexy
6-3-2023
VERSE 1
Caught in the limelight
Doesn't feel right
Just tryin' to live my life
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
eleven years old dropped in the good
6 the doctor 9
No see in a long time
Two months have gone by
Didn't drop some rhymes
But now we're back
Back on the track
There is no lack of rap
kissin your ass,
and what a huge disaster and catastrophe
for us to see Becker's old face on any TV
Just shoot me, never should have got made
6 years ago,
they can't pay me attention
But talk on my name bet I pay you a visit
The floor must be wet cus I'm catchin' him slippin'
Like a 8 year old's tooth I bet
healthcare
I'm paying six hundred a month it's unfair
Not counting deductible, copays for Flonase
I can't remember the old days
It's always been a struggle
and uh, you know, it was hard. I was, you know, I'm 112 years old. So I was living with her and I said I gotta you know, I gotta I gotta fess up. I gotta
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same categories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta
high strung me too
But I should've never let the old me be an equal
White tusks, thick skin, five tons, maybe six
He's completely full of shit baby
Not
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
riches and them cars
But she just wanted a better family
Because her parents divorced early, her papa, he was taken by the force
Mother on crack and she
and your bitch and we talkin' bout life, love too and this dick
First I had her in the six,
Then we had her in the six
You know I got another bar for ya
strife
Just take me by the hand
So how about this new career
cnd your new demonic goal,
cnd for that you'll need 10 lives per year
Or else I'll take your
tonight, I know I'll be home
The year is 1941
I was 8 years old and far, far too young
To know that the stories of battles and glory
Was a tale, a kind
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
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