Lyrics:
want it you can have it
But if this life is yours to take, please don't let it be a habit
Losing all my friends, swear it's giving me the bends
If my
Between the eyes
(movie like speech:)
Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend?
Spade: Allright. So
everybody that all energy problems
And all inflationary problems had
Been traced to and
Could be solved by the abolition of MUSIC
Chances are that most people
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
beatin' down the door
Ol' Lonesome ain't so lonesome anymore
Oh yeah, you knocked me to my knees
But was strictly temporarily
While you and your
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
and spot a trap oh my
Issa riot
You better breathe nigga
I can prove your paragraphs are poor prepare a time
I call my shortie 2 nickels like a paradigm
Sensitive to abuse
Where everything that I do, somebody wanna screw
Now my thoughts are in ink, incubate in my room
Hatching plans like "how am I gonna paint
Let's go
Paint the picture like I'm Van Gogh
Paint it paint it yeah yeah
Now they praying on my down fall
Tell em tell em tell em
Up in air ways like
you still up in that casket?
How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'
Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's
How superior you actually
Are and it turns you into a superhero anybody
Ever thinking of stopping me and
My ideology is really
Useless and they really
On the court fuck a sideline imma drive
I'm in the paint
Find me in the night brothers gottem by my side
Pick up the pace
Run it back talk shit then
your head."
That's when my friend turned around and this is what he said
"You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
Rope an ol blue norter
like The Flamezzz
You are on your way
And we all will say
Paint a picture of my face
Paint a picture of what you like
I just want you by my side
To watch
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Every time in the booth, they like “Who the fuck are you?”
Nigga I am Wan Gray, Raleigh where I stay
I don’t play no games, my goals to fuck up the rap
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
My little baby-girl just
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
friends are good for the soul
Let me tell you good friends are good for the soul
Can I get an amen amigo
Can I get an amen amigo
The lyrics are questions a passionate scream.
I paint on the walls and I paint on the floor
I paint on the walls and I paint in my dreams.
With blood
Thugger!
YSL for life, bitch
Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
Free the GOAT!
That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
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