Lyrics:
Haha
It’s finally the day
I have to turn in my album
Mirror the album
By ¡IT’S ALESSANDRO
Playing on a streaming service
You already have
May
Staying up, up to late
Saying we won’t ever wait
for the moment to pass us all by
Living while dumb are reckless
I’m wishing days were endless
rhymes blending
Niggas up and liquifying, punks are crying
Crews are dying while the mack keeps shining
Gleaming, girls are screaming, cuz I'm arousing
My
[Chorus]
Another night, slips away
In other words, I should say
There are no words, you should say
There are no words,
Ms. Hill, you got
as you read
Quit the new beau and my crush hates me now
I'm fifty states away so ask me about your day
If you listen to the album I sent you
You
like Ali the best pound for pound
Where my crown
Its the motivation gave me dedication
Speaking my truth on beats
Gave you my revaluation
Member days
artist"
[Quik] Doin much damage in the ninety-two
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now DJ Quik is
Africa my birthplace
And me smoke Ganja pipe, the smoke going up in vapor
Whoa! Look at Babylon burning like paper
Black people we are the innovator
Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have
The gods are more ugly than holy
Stabbed by my shrapnel
My solitude holds me
Been sapped all the way thru
My big tooth gets stuck to the maple
Pull in
watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about
paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail
'Cause the chorus repeats the same
Four words for us" and the song's ginormous
The whole formula's switched
'Cause we don't know anymore what are hit's
Is
and Be-
-atrices
I should say
Your last album was everywhere
And I don't mean that in a good way
We over it
All of us are over it
So we're takin'
And the honest truth is drowned out by
All the voices singing:
"The kids these days
Are doing alright despite
The shit you try to put us through
Yeah the kids
a ugly picture, gangsta A-R-T
In a SRT with a H-O-E
In a AUG (three letter), CMG
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
(Hello, this is a pre-paid
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
I slice the tape in two
And mend it whole again (Erased)
The peaks are normalised
So we all sound the same (Erased)
And by a thousand cuts
A feeling
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
day
But I know karma will come
She'll make you pay for what you've done
You try to cover it up by being so relatable
But the way you use your words
Integrity's a relic, obscured by shades of blue
Smiles that never reach the eyes, hands that never hold
Promises like vapor, in a world so cold
Behind
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
Okay, good day, this is our Christmas part of the album
And you can play this at your Christmas parties, uh
Or to yourself on Christmas Eve, if
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