Lyrics:
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring
I'm sorry! I'm sorry
Anyways, let's get-
Let's start, alright?
We- We don't have enough time
So...that's why the album is gonna sound bad?
You're
don't judge your race (It ain't like that in here)
The place where everybody get along (Respect)
Take you to that place (Yeah), chronic by the pound
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how
Ha feel me?
I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize
them by
But they don't catch my vibe like you do
My love is truthful without you girl to be crucial (yeah)
Tell me, tell me how to make things right
me create more
Or do you wanna marginalize me 'til
I'm out of my moment
But why don't you empower yourself and don't
Need them and do it yourself?
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
This Time Next Year
WrittenÃ'Â by Babyface, David Foster,
Toni Braxton(2001 from the album Ã'"SnowflakesÃ'")
Performed by Toni Braxton
Verse 1
This
different and I'm wantin' to be me
While I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Goin' down this album's road, with nowhere to go, oh
I've got
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah
Let me get this straight, if I drop 40 today
You don't care if I eat, you don't care if I ate
They say, "You
and I'm havin' her fiendin'
To the roof, where we don't have a ceilin'
What the fuck, tell me, what does that mean then? (Yeah)
That mean I'm geeked (oh)
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
you don't play with me at all (please)
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints
'Cause I
Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section
My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight
Amping up the mic making sure
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