Lyrics:
No f****** way, we ain't going back to the old days
Out here sipping OJ, ashing blunts like it's Pompeii, better amscray
Till you pull your god d*mn
knifes that shouldn't be in the club
If you can't have fun why don't you amscray
Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade
Where you been all my night
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray
Crammed in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed
mine or else its off with you amscray
I’m the motherf****** talk of ya fanbase
You might as well just walk into last place
I’m in it like this is my
to amscray and I can't blame her
Wanted her to believe in me but I can't make her
My mama got a prophet out her labor
But she still ain't seen the profit
a wreck
He brought the devil and sent us to heck
He blew up the good vibes
Got with the times and that's fine
Well, by Jovian, it looks we gotta amscray
the handmade goods
Make ‘em amscray from home to come and
Get ‘em some of these tapes with musical taste
Like a bag of kush, so start backing us
‘Cause our
spirit amscray
Yea, I’m on some gay shit
I like my boys to tend me like a geisha
Eternally, young, gifted, and black
Uh
That’s word to acacia
Heard they
gravity here."
"That is good." -"Let's am-scray."
"Alright."
We have to mine this moon, for what we've lost back home
Same dust that drapes my suit...
Frank oceans room is unapproachable
These bitches know
All the open toed
Roads to roads and back alleyways
I’m in a Amscray singing back Ondele
Damn
All of y'all frail
Telling tall tales
AI writes your raps
Nigga's souls is for sale
Amscray
Y'all can't leave a mark
On the champ's face
Algorithms
mister murder a mommy
Majestic mammal, give birth to salami (Oh my God!)
I work work work work every damn day.
Full of doubt huh? You can amscray;
I just
All of y'all frail
Tellin tall tales
AI writes your raps
Nigga's souls is for sale
Amscray
Y'all can't leave a mark on the champ's face
Algorithms
Manila-Kazaam fade
I eat with villains, so you better amscray
It's a leap so I'm chilling with crashed planes
In the deep with ChocVillah and ManRay
I feel like
born this way
I was born in the doorway
When mom grabbed the ashtray
Bashed me and screamed at me to amscray
I was eight years old bro, it was my
were friends
Now go amscray
that costs a quarter
A regular beat for the star reporter
Am-scray, punk, she's the king of New York
Whod'a thunk, I'm the king of New York
We was
like a suffix
Global reign black day before I sack chase
You think shit's sweet, you got bad taste
Amscray vamoose I'm ansay
Putting niggas on punishment
what ya friends say
Tell em Amscray
I'm tryna get to you
On this AM Train
Tryna make that body bounce on them bed springs
Work it out, J. Cole
Do
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