Lyrics:
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
God is above us
The most beautiful gift
You can give to the world
It's love
Turn on the radio
Look at the sky
Take a deep breath
And Listen what
Listen
Otherwise known as take a nap bitch
Oh, I see you're stressing, come here
Let me make you sink in your chair
When really, you should be dressing up
For your
Sit down
Shut up
Touch grass
I'm going to explode
I saw a woman walking by
My wife gave me that look
Ok she didn't, but she might
As well
I can't stop
no doubt/ theres no reason for doubt when you have as much clout as me/ I shout out my name! Midwest invasion is the name of the motha fuckin game!/ if
to run to when my whip was up for repossession
Estranged by many, but never a stranger to pressure
Amanda the closest thing I know to an angel investor
No
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
dawg, he like an elder brother to me
Who knows to seek for the beauty, even when shit gets ugly
I gotta give one to KZ, he’s like another version of me
you for letting me see life as
Fucking crazy in beautiful ways daily
I've remained hasty in situations claiming they'll save me
But now when I look
personality
And I'm stuck at home
With my songs I wrote
Just being me
I look up to the sky
They keep calling me wild
I'm only gonna be here for a little while
a true privilege for real!
I'm not one to conceal feelings, seek God to be the realest version of you
You looking everywhere else, here's the clue sent
version of me (let's go)
Diamonds hitting hard when i dance (yeah)
Stand in your place don't cross the fence (rahh)
Art pieces around my neck (wooh)
Now
epic-length text to song from, it was necessary to make some minor concessions, firstly, that every version I have at home of the text is translated somewhat
hit the booth and go and change the version
Like how them girls look good on the 'Gram, but not the same in person
But I'm rich on the 'Gram
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
Running, running, running, running
Through the street
Never look back, never look at
Life chasing me
I don't care
I made traffic stop
Love it when I
bullet vest to protect
I know my backs straight I look out for my neck
Back then was an image I tried to project
To look stronger when I was doing my best
a little bit more radical
Frida Kahlo feeling fine don't oversimplify
What do i need from feet when i have wings to fly
Rad - you gotta be bad
And by bad I
'm a train
Steam powered from the brain
It's Ezy maaan!
My life is perpendicular
Looking up to the sky
Cos I'm feeling like I need to try
Being the best
And to this day, I leave the train and feel the stain
You wanted me to stay that way
And in your mind
I'll be forever a version that will not decay
Misaligned,
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
Catapult this verse right out of stream conscious
It's usually regulation when I leap freely from time's grip
A fine script transcribed to lead you
and watch it all slide by it's a view from a train, pay somebody else to drive see the suits, I see the suits sunning themselves on the steps
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
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