Lyrics:
from a girl)
Secrets from a girl, who's seen it all
Welcome to sadness
The temperature is unbearable until you face it
Thank you for flying with
So you say you wanna be my bitch
But do you know all of the shit that it its gone take to be my bitch
Can you value what you miss, when we
the sun
Little savage in the states, I'm gettin' gradually known
The poet king is finally back on his throne
I'm glad to be home
Man, we got this
what I mean
Alright bring the track
Yeah all you know me, Nick, Marvelous
Up in this motherfucker
We gonna talk about these hoes in the 7th floor
You
That no shower stink when I'm crawling through the bins
Pale greasy worm I'm a vessel just for germs
Cute filthy squirm I'm returning to the dirt
This is
is where the magic happens
This is where the show begins
Track four: what are we doing here
As long as we're here - we do
Of course, we must try to do
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
up when we're blue?
Who is a flirt but never a threat?
Reminds us of our birthdays which we always forget?
What would we do without you?
Just
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Standing on my square, firm (line 'em up)
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation (shakers)
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the Fther
If He didn't
I'm merely feeding off what my inner feeling is revealing.
The secret of life is learning how to enjoy it
Learning means suffering, but so many avoid
be jumpin' out some cases
Yes I pull up in my Compresser (Mmm-hmm)
You seen me earlier in the Lexus
That's how we do it
What, got something against
flames on track
That's straight up facts, yeah !
What I don't have I'ma scrap 'till I own
What I won't have is regrets when I'm gone
What I don't tap,
the sickness just for fun
It's exotic, a test
Remember that time is what we want, heh
(We run this town)
We run this, run this, run this
(We run this city)
We
and living
So do the knowledge, son, before you do the wisdom
So you can understand, how the thunder and
Lightening above your head is caused by the Son
what I do, everything was meant to be
So you took her from me, you nearly killed my mother
This is all your fault, guess you really ain't all loving
out the P's
Broke heads is sled, slidin' through, two' five in my sleeves
Eggs and cheese, young niggas, by any means
We was saved watching Malcolm
When you’re the best in the world
People get obsessed, you know
With what you do
And then comes a genetic, haha
Okay, We all different anyway
I'm
What now?
I am Shortie
I be 4'11"
(I am, I be, I am, I am) I
Am Shortie (oh, you tapin' now?)
(I am Patrick) I'll do that again
I did
the secrets and let them know
We as Nigerians
We love the good life we let it flow
Our culture is old and boring
That's what you tell me yo
But o wa important
All night until the morning, I slide by
Damn
What am I gonna do now
What am I supposed to do now
Payin' sag high, pay my pay
I can't take it back
My
bands off the flip
Buy the buildings that we ran through as kids
I wish that every day
That I could roll it up by the zip
Now a nigga got pounds where
to hate you
For my mistakes
I hate you for everything
This is good-bye
This is always
We're covering up
Our tracks
And living in secrets
We can
The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
Link by link, making the connections, yes we do!
Drink by drink, taking every comment as it
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