Lyrics:
feel (-ing Yeah)
Starry-night, fiendish flourishing (Yeah)
It could be my last 30 out, I don't encourage you (Noo)
When you're running don't look back
to my already mad rush
Just 'cause it's 'tis the season
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left from last year
Ski shop
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Young Mula, baby (let me see)
Haha
You thought it was over?
Let me see
I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
Round three fight!
Passin' a sweet to the passenger seat
Ration the beef I'm the last of my breed
I face it see the basics, see patience leads
the way)
I'm officially part of the holidays like Mariah now, nigga (wow)
Let's go
Y'all couldn't wait for this shit to drop, it's part of hip-hop
Will
Charged up like a battery,
See how bright my future be,
Seeing past the dread, in my head
Like Bob Marley;
Determined and ballsy,
Call it how I see it G,
Fare Thee Well
by Emily Saliers (Indigo Girls)
performed by David Crosby
(B-side of the "Hero" single)
Fare thee well my bright star
I watched
the future when the track don't last
Three sixty a booth now the cash don't last
Sixteen it was cool now the past on blast
Oh you wrote that down why the rap
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat
She give her heart
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
they'll be ignitin' the page
Grindin' on cold nights, puttin' light to the flame
Now there's no flame that can melt the ice in my chain, yeah
I really
that suggested child support
It was stupid in retrospect, but her visits couldn't be afforded
See, I naively thought that if we made it all legal
Then
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
that's when it hurts
As I hold her and tried to explain why I lost my last job
But she always comforts me with her kisses and say it's alright
You know
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me,
night (Up all night)
And I can't get no sleep
(I can't get no sleep)
And I can't close my eyes
Them blessings after me
And I'll be all the way up (Way up)
haters face down on the mat
Splat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can tell I'm a G by
Position shuffle like a deck
Aggressive growls by her neck
Trying to break into a sweat
Only way I cum
Gone be correct
Afterwards we lay
A lil caress
Politic
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
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