Lyrics:
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
competition so to comprehend, go download duolingo
On my newest single I will single you out, I'm bringing you down
So for you no more new singles come out,
sneaking round your block no I ain't making a sound
I'm getting visuals of criminals being checked by hounds
And everybody talking shit cause they don't know
depressive shit was a joke and there was just no appealing
See, after that first album I started getting pissed
Then you dropped a deluxe version that was
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
couldn't take
The April showers
I Dru-Hills with flowers
First sign of clouds
I jumped the rope
And I threw in the towel
Charge it to the game
The game
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind, but I'm not Kurt Cobain
That was pretty far, but you know that I'm insane
We
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
I sit alone in my room and I do feel
All of the pain I put you through is too real
Turn off my phone and I turn on that Dru Hill
Never break promise
da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No
da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
Run through the city we're thunder
Killing this shit like no other
Run through the city we're thunder
Take over this shit man I can't ever bother
Run
something more out of life, but she did not want it
Even if I was her husband, we was not fucking
Not making love or nothing
We was struggling, we was
Lightskin, Brightskin, No I'm not the Whiteskin
You tell me that I'm free but I feel more like a hyphen
Life in prison is where you plan to send me
Thinking
to be strong
Cause we are one, no more, than one human race
We come in different varieties but we are one human race
Destroying our planet just by
crazy, so we get to LA, we're staying off Coldwater Canyon
Alta Mesa, in studio city man, and I'm going to the studio with No I.D. Every day, and like,
Motherfucker, you're not a Vet you're just old
I'll slap the shit out of you to continue my nerve racket
Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
and made it pretty clear I’m not your type so swipe left
Now you cant say I ever fake my nigga
I’m pulling out all the stops but no brakes my nigga
Hook
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