Lyrics:
Please don't kill my vibe
After test stress, need happy hour to survive
And when I step in is when the party has arrived
At happy hour, happy hour, happy
Blessed art thou among women
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death,
But that sound like something said by someone going backwards
I'm pushing borders with no passport
Hundred miles an hour what it says on my dashboard
in God, the Father Almighty,
Creator of heaven and earth,
And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord,
Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
Born
how long I been on ya
(Work it harder, make it better)
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
I need you right now
(More than ever, hour after hour
how long I been on ya
(Work it harder, make it better)
(Do it faster, makes us stronger)
I need you right now
(More than ever, hour after hour
been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine
I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow, I'm still here
money
They say Young Khalifa, why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your
been infected by a social disease
Well, then take your medicine
I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow, I'm still here
And I want to love you no matter how far
And I want to kiss you, hold you
No matter where you are
And I want to feel you here by my side
It can get
worry
I'll be there in a hurry
When you need me baby
Up up up up up all night
Up up up up all night
Thinking bout you every hour
Every hour
Every hour
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
a sound
Trying to, saving you
From holy ground
Promise I'll carry you close to my heart
And give you everything
I just need a minute with you
I just need
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
the sound of the gutter
Stuck on margarine for so long, tryna search for the butter
I was raised by the sound of the gutter
Success got me lost for words,
like a sedative
Spoon full of sugar then I edit it
Still sounds like shit
Growing from the ground
That slimy sound
Just fucking around
Too tightly wound
like that's that BLOO Sound
No sleep but I got dreams to see
Success is wherever you feel like you need to be
Yeah
It's only a matter of time 'fore I
One, two, three, four
Now I'm in town, break it down, thinkin' of makin' a new sound
Playin' a different show every night in front of a new crowd
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Yeah
And the wise men say
Money is power
Knowledge is power
Pussy is power
And I chase it all by the hour
Money is power
Knowledge is power
Pussy is
musical knowledge
But i ain't need school for my wallet
Just bought a boosted impala
No gas we usin hydraulics
My sound is beautifully polished
I'll never
away every second, every day, every wish, every play
Oh and by the way, by the way, by the way
I'm wasting every second, every hour, every day
I'm
Y'all need some rock 'n roll in your life
Yeah, yeah, it's Pink, feelin' naughty
I like the way you rock, I hope you never stop
I like the way
all this time just
To let ya know while making
Sounds from Baghdad
All in our damn cells we want bail let
Us on out or we going raise hell 23 hour
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