Lyrics:
It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got
conversation
Obviously, I'm a sensation
Thank you for all the 'gratulations
Must've been my talents mistaken
Figured this out my own
Now I can wear purple
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
Fraud niggas, y'all niggas, that's that shit I don't like
Your shit make-believe, rappin' 'bout my own life
(Woo) that's rare, nigga (woo) Ric
for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for
middle man it for twenty-three
Just meet me somewhere 'round Baltimore
(Woo) That's rare, nigga (Woo) Ric Flair
Nigga (Woo) The power's in my hair, nigga
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I feel like scarface with the cocaine
Paid in full i like to hustle in my gold chain
Menace to society i am so caine
I'm putting purple in the air
on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could
wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom
the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant
wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom
the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
a purple candle
I got somethin' that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me
Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely
I'm
album by Dumb Ugly
And I just hope they feel me like a touch screen
No longer take into consideration
On how they judge me
Freedom of speech
Bass is
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant
Looking out the corner of her eye
As she sits alone and drinks her wine
Every man just wants to pass her by
And hopes that he can catch her eye
That
Imma play by the codes
Love is rare to find
Gotta find my main bitch
Gotta find my main thing
Baby shake it like you shake it
Baby make it like the way
deep
Purple dreams of Cashmere silk (Cashmere silk)
I be havin' nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin' smoke out shaped like me
I be havin'
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
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