Lyrics:
Suckers in all they new
Ways, different chapter, a new page
You fake if you don't speak to me
Real soon as you wave, I get it
Favorite singer, favorite
by the way you look
I see you in your whip dipped, couped, fully equipped
Diamonds shinin', earring studded, watch flooded with jew-els
It seems
honey come on in" - female singer
That they baby girls know, we ain't forget about you word up
She understand my hustle, and the black man family
(singer)]
My life, money, girls and material things
In my life, it means a lot to a player when he's chasing his dream
My life, it takes a lot to turn
advice would you give someone who
Wants to become a singer
Don't do it, haha
And Marvin
How do you like living in Detroit?
I love Detroit, it, it's
boy was 5 years old he opened up his home
I guess you can have it all
But nothing is written in stone
And now I'm just one singer, up too late at night
swear we're gonna drown
Now death is in the town
Hungry for the crown
I can hear him whisper, I can hear his sound
He's got an appetite, now he's washing
quick, pursued in the tight crib
Emptied on their asses, including the white kids
[Female Singer]
Don't come my way
Hawks feel the day
Things don't
why
Leaving youth to count the cost
They only suffer times gone by
It would never be the same
If ruler lived beyond his past
He would have
God knows why why why why why
Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say hey,
at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.
And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his
in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too
money to blow- cause neither of us got a real job, oh well
You’re my singer-songwriter heartthrob, heartthrob
He’s signing bodies after his show
true
Look into my hopeful eyes
And see me staring through
Hold me in the nighttime's
I'll take away your care
Let me ever love you
In good times and in
and Dre is
Momentarily lost for words
He stands grinning, admiring
His flexing plecs, twitching in time to
The beat sweet Simultaneously a brilliant
Gimmick
a singer my name you won't know
But once I was famous the star of the show
As the man who sang his songs on the telly
With a musical bee in his belly
I
just takes some time little girl
You're in the middle of the ride
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
Everything,
a homie out the hood who did something
So why are you fronting
I'm in for ten years and I'll still wanted
You heard me homie!
Or do you try to tell it
reppin through your city, what?
[singers]
Just when you thought my shine was burnin out
Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night
There ain't
of the steeple
Woody Guthrie saw his people
Telling it straight to ol' Mr. Knickerbocker
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
Born in Okemah, Oklahoma
Woody
the singer in the band
Many times I thought I'd found the one
Enough to make me stay not turn and run
Time went by and so did I
Thinkin' what I'd done
Many
There's a photo of a genius
Standing by the ocean
With a peacock and a cool hat
In 1943
On a beach in Santa Barbara
He's looking quite contented
to the up and coming singer/ songwriter
Putting a beat now that even drops all the haters
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
don't talk much down at the V.A
And Ruby's in his thoughts some times
What thoughts can get out past the wine
He feels her fingers on his brow
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