Lyrics:
But I make that sacrifice for the life that I chose
I know in Toronto they got salt for the roads
But school's closed in Kentucky, so I like when it
is for Lyrics that I write
When put to his music sounds out of sight
The E is for Every beat he make
Which sucker DJ's persist to take
Don't
out she's boom bap
Intelligent, poetic when she spoke,
Her knowledge and heart beats synchronize
Got carried away by her positive vibe
Reach for a hug
of Jack McRae's life
On a warm summer night in Danville, Virginia
To the traveling show Jack went
And that's where he first saw Lucy Pierce
He was sure she
looks like a techno club
We slam dance to this music
When the Tek blow slugs it's ghetto thugs
Welfare and poor education and gang love
Sitting in
brain, like a bad hoe
Jake's ask who done it, jack jones
New chromes like a new phone
Cus my donny rank it out like a ringtone
You ain't never been in beef
Now when you're hot you're hot, and when you're not you're not
And when it comes to funky music, the two rock the spot
So next time you see me coolin,
really ya problems
Can try what you want
But you really can't stop us
When they chase do the race
The music is playing
Them speakers is knocking
These
Completely distracted by this girl riding by
I never really look, but this one caught my eye
Heart skipped a beat, and she was gone just as soon
hard, like Mr. Clean
Run up a check
When I score it's all net
All bets on
Liberace defined by my calogne
Mr. Miyake all in her nose
Navigation pin point
on the radio
Wolfman Jack can you take me home
Cause I've never seen it in all of my years
For no one
For no one
So I pray to the music in my temple of stones
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
is for Lyrics that I write
When put to his music sounds out of sight
The E is for Every beat he make
Which sucker DJ's persist to take
Don't
(Aye, Ross, Sauce it up)
I’m not from Houston but, like Travis, I’m a stargazer
I take an eddy when I’m low like I’m Jack Grazer
An innovator, I feel
benz but dem roads off limit
n how u call urself pimpin wit hos all in ur bidness
wut it is the music bidness of the streets make the decision
i do dis
At the flight on the mix
We roll up the equip then get lit
Till it don't make no sense
The music knock when the DJ don't stop
The music knock when you take it up
Are you ace or a simp, you can't decide
Did you ever like your boyfriends, how bout you make up your mind
It's time to kill you and your ego, call
The Seven Wonders of the World
And I can make you the eighth
If you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman
That ain't my style
Need a real
She so sad, but she makes it look so good
Take a shot and a drink like I knew she would
She so mad, so she pout just like she should
Take a puff in
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
on sight, put the laser to your fitting
When I play it, don't witness them, they get bodied by the fittest
Grizzly with the hands, I try to have me a minute
Ewww she a bad mamma jamma
Ground breaking ass shaking like a jack hammer
That thing fat looking like she got baby in it
Shaking like a mental
on that Nasir Jones shit
I'm on my mosaic ain't gotta okay it
Cause the flow flavor ask my old bae
And this IPA is full of deuce goose, that's two geese
So
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