Lyrics:
a microphone, still, I fiend
This was a take, I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I wanna see 'em keep followin'
sorry for being Aaron Ray
I was caught up in being aaron Ray
Let's rewind the time
To our first date
Back at Odell's
It was a great day
You Stepped
fire at niggaz; motherfuck the six
The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga
I'll throw some
a microphone, still, I fiend
This was a take, I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I wanna see 'em keep followin'
blood on my hands for no reason
But what was I supposed to do?
How was I supposed to know how to use a tube amp?
How was I supposed to know how
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
game or be a referee
It's sad how much you meant to me
To end so uneventfully
I wonder what is next for me
Suppose ill close parentheses
And deal with
But quite a lot and quite a few are the same
How can the weather be hot as hell one
Day and cold as hell the next?
English is cuh ray-zee!
You have
you
But you abide by it
Blue & Whites flashing in my rear view
This is supposed to be the land of the free
I could spot fake love with a clear view
a microphone, still, I fiend
This was a take, I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I wanna see 'em keep followin'
Why Did You Go
Words and music by Lynda Dobbin-Turner
V1
Through a crystal angel a sun ray shines
I stare out the window to pass the time
I feel
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
'Cause I choose to be a man
Understand what I'm saying?
Who choose to be a woman, you can call who nigga, ray, ray, ray
You can call me whatever you
years old
I was a kid when I did what I did
To be honest at first I didn’t know what I was doing
I’d simply write up a verse and then the beat was ruined
blunt wraps and has a murky
Claustrophobic atmosphere
Like what I imagine it must
Feel like to be aboard a submarine, albeit
One with a bar stocked with
Who am I supposed to be...without you
What am I supposed to do...without you
Where I am I supposed to go...without you
Who am I supposed to be
Morgellons in your kosher food
What the fuck is even kosher food?
Third generation crops won't produce
Be careful who you keep close to you
I'm from
because 'e fucked me right up. N' I knew there was a problem, I still didn' know what it was even after 'e...I, I fucked!
Steve: I know that. Look, it's
what was christ like
I mean I've never walked on water or gave a blind man sight
Supposed to be like christ
But wonder what was Christ like
Many people
right by you can't notice me
Is it just the way it's all supposed to me
Tell me what's the reason you're decieving me
Looking for me when u know I ain't
needs to be driven by car, to and from campus. And you're going to take care of that. And he goes, Cool. And the negotiation was done.
I didn't know yet,
a mistake. Now that he... now I can
understand what he was talking about after the fact... it remains to be seen, he was on a mission from you.
Steve: Aw, I
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
to your ears or something
Bye your voices do
You believe–what percentage of people
Here–and by the way, i’m
Not setting y’all up
I’m not setting y’all up
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