Lyrics:
waiting for this moment since early Monday morn. Friday is here and I am gone. Monday, I can barely get out of bed. Tuesday, my inbox overflows with dread.
The man on the bridge has been playing
Since the earliest light
He’s no virtuoso, no vocal Caruso, but there’s something strange here makes you pause in
the bag
Brother
Life is bands
I ain't take that back
They say love is blind
But I doubt that fact
Cuh he be knowing what he doing
When he slamming that ass
I’m like baby is you shittin me
I got my bands up you nigga ain’t as lit as me
I put some bands up just for them to go and rip my jeans
All these
Here's come the handyman
c boatload of cologne
Sweating off the gristle and his eyes are filled with flame
His computer's offline
He's got a job
, speakin' with the Canibus man over here
Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here is to do nothin' but
Eat, eat, eat, eat, emcees for lunch, breakfast
, speakin' with the Canibus man over here
Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here is to do nothin' but
Eat, eat, eat, eat, emcees for lunch, breakfast
Graduating
And I know this is just the beginning
I feel it coming
The music my dreams
I've been here so long
And now's my time to move on
I'll look at these
I waited by my laptop for the tickets to come on sale
Now it’s 9 months later and the night is finally here
I’m standing in the mosh pit
3rd row
"fuckoff". You can, you can.
When I did the vocal I tried to cover it up by going "Oh no", but in the
Background you still hear it "fuckoff". And it's even
was here right now Bocephus
Would he think that we were right do you think he might
Don't you know he would Watasha be right by our side
If we left
away
They come around here like you niggas is safe
Cause all my hitters go doo, doo, doo
There he go there go them niggas we spinning
The corners like
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
bands off
Rich as fuck diamonds look like water
Bring he sand out (Sand out)
Soon as I step in the club
They throwing ass now (throwing ass now)
You
send you that ride along, ay (is you ready for this?)
Lil' Tez in a wheelchair, but he gon' live (but he gon' make it)
Right side of his body ain't
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Run me back now, yeah
Look
Still popping off of vocals
We ain't talk about no local
I dollars from promotion
We ain't beefing over socials
Free Baba,
doin the most
See 'em in person they curving
They hopin' you don't
Come over you won't
Cuz he's out
Before you Approach he is ghost
And this is
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
(gang)
From out here trippin' with inches
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
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