Lyrics:
that's not what you needed
Short and sweet
I should take a break from these
Romantic interludes
It was an autumn lust that came in with the rush of knowing
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind,
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
electronic music
Songs like
Ligeti's Glissandi
Or maybe it was
Artikulation
I'm not sure which one
But I had to
Write a paper about it
And you should
Try
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
given another chance, I'd
Hold on, let me spell you the cliches, cause if I've learned anything during our time apart
It's that it's not all about what I
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
already warned you about that shit last year
You called him crazy, yeah
Well, if that's crazy, then I don't wanna be normal
Yeah, what is real, yeah
God is
album ‘Joanne’
Is number 8 in United States thank you!:)
And I just want to take a
Take a little poll here don’t
Worry about it, it’s not gonna offend
he’ll be remembered as
The lonely virgin who discovered gravity
Doesn’t sound like one to me
Unwritten gay romantic history
Might be a shock to you, it
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
busted, like bubbles
With the police, this nation's peace sent here to run you
Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other
when I go to see him at times
All like The world's going out of it's mind
Feenix did you know that Bruce Jenner isn't Bruce Jenner no more
Remember Dr.
of pressure by the pen stroke
Grinch mode
Dim folk writing like they wrist broke
I don't fucking tiptoe
Man I fucking drip prose
You dime-a-dozen fuckers
me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight
know that you're about to get murdered
When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror (haha)
If there's a rapper I haven't ate (where?)
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
Mariah Carey's, kinda scary
Wait a minute what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your
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,
What girl seeing me and when a life for you
This why a girl like me
And everybody became a singer and songwriter
We singing a called
(The Way You
be worth it
Oh and I slept with someone again, I know you don't deserve it
And I'm sorry about that, but you weren't around and I needed somebody like
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