Lyrics:
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
though, no one gets the glory just by sleeping in
You wanna win but aren't akin to failure
There lies your problem, can't just skip past ten thousand hours
Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
to look in their eyes
But now I really love creepy old guys (we all do)
Gum disease
Skin like grilled cheese
Saggy old asses
Saggy old asses
Cute
on walton and state. she's babs up and down on belmont right by the train. he's buddy and his wife in uptown, by the aragon, he's andy selling streetwise
As they danced sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even petted my fur.
Fuck me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
places
That girl got blessed with all the right stuff
It’s okay buddy you can look but you better not touch
‘cause this Triple looker’s the girl I love
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
forever
But, little guy
I will always remember
One day I'll die
Then we'll drink together
Even one day if I shake myself from regret
My little buddy
And I've had so
much fun mumbling on to you guys and telling you jokes and all that stuff and this is the last one! Well at
least I can go and have a bath.
kick you out the door
Make sure you crash and burn
He's the ruler of this joint
With a temper like a storm
So heed my warning buddy
Never piss off
kings and queens, in our own proud crowd.
From the early mornings to the late night studies,
Cramming for exams, oh the stress was buddy.
But in
by my name
Welcome to Nashville - man these guys are serious
Welcome to Nashville - I've got a friend who's got a friend
Welcome to Nashville -
a little drift, I like a number 7
We were cruising with the ladies
Like we were going 80
Jamming to T-swifts album
Got the boba in the one hand
Being
Me and my buddy taking shots like it's Smirnoff
Living off of raps take it back so we here it all
Trying to make a living off of pizza deliveries
Man
you’re not enough
You won’t wanna get this album done
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world
Not for my friends, or for the girl
So, buddy, just stay
And now, money for somethin' by Egg Storm
I want my
I want my refund back
I want my
I want my refund back
I want my
I want my refund back
I want my
I
which
By the way, this man is an antichrist..."
"did you see the video? "
"I didn't need to see the video to call the guy an antichrist..."
"...if you
of our population
I got lucky
There's a lot of people streaming it
Who usually perform hip-hop, old school and new styles of rap
Anytime an old guy like me
on
Your life begins to crumble
Buddy and his boys, are breaking me up
And soon will get'm back
One by one,
I'll rip their guts,
and cut-off their heads
on
Your life begins to crumble
Buddy and his boys, are breaking me up
And soon will get'm back
One by one,
I'll rip their guts,
and cut-off their heads
Just came out to have a good time have some drinks with some buddies and tear down the night
Get a little rowdy
A little loud
Couple guys looking for
me where her heart was at
I'm like nah what the face like
Yea I'm a straight shot
I'm a thorough nigga but I'm a great guy
In a old car a new paint job
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