Lyrics:
disrespect you
Nigga write about it
I know some pussy nigga scared
Probably ripe off it
Me a stroke and a car by myself
You know we just there holding
Reya Dubb and Tina Jay
And people who do music like myself to keep me motivated
Met KWarn got me thinkin' it was orchestrated
By a Higher Being than
an euphoric
melody, wide open eyes under the mask are seeking after a veil of
certitude, terro and uneasiness in the hearts, the strokes stop,
the music plays
and why my music is not releasing
A perfectionist I always watch the way I leave it
But being home is my comfort zone
When I hit the road
She count the days
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
Storms ensued
Altered Moods
Futures bruised
We just trying to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
We just trying
into the sores
The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore
Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer bra with eyes like rain
She rubs
And sweeter the river
Into which love grows
I have cried for you, darling
Are you coming back to me?
For the particles are joyous
As they alight on your
my head up in the clouds but still i'm tryna keep it grounded
I got my focus on
Creating till the stroke of dawn
I'm doing this with my hands in my
Bread for some head, turn these stones into dough
If you only bow down to this dick on the low
Bread for some head, turn these stones into dough
If
The music man (Repeat 4x)
It's about time for the music man to rip
First I take a sip, then I like grip
The crowd tight into my hand with the loud
Intro,
you
Don't resign our time will come
Run! Carried by the stroke of eagle wings
Run! Brave and reckless through the winter winds
Run! Straight ahead into
bein' evil
I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up
Slow stroke, fast stroke, grind in it, I'm a real pleaser
Sixty hoes
the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by
I walk by faith not shame
All I need is that music to play
Cause I'm tired of walking away
I've got a reason to praise
I'm tired of living
For all
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Giddy by the bottle, the baton I grasp
The night is a thread my step, a mess
Who will quench my fire?
The flames who will bear?
Let us roar and shine
and you yea
I’m impressed by the things that you do yea
The way you touch me your stroke
The way I love you no joke
It’s just me and you yea
“I told
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
want to fuck
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass
Got me
Swap the revolution to this
This is Nuke It Music
X-Men, yes, we a legend
I heard you gotta find your worth, and when you tune into the movement, it's
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
elitist
Fuck that let the music speak
Woah
Let the music speak woah
Let it speak
Let it speak
Straight White Male
By default I'm an asshole
Straight
over
This that old school stroke you wish you had
I'm staying by, you clutch your Birkin bag
But those days that you wanna get through
Let me build
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