Lyrics:
shirt off
If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off
I'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge
The Claremont Lounge,
took a dime
Made beats for your albums
Ghostwriting on your rhymes, unh
Didn't I scream 116? Unashamed in my faith
Taking worldwide trips?
Didn't I win
. Or, we'd actually made the album, should I say, and we were rehearsing the
tour, you see, we were rehearsing for the tour in Miami. Well, a place called
right)
We the best, so we marching like
They follow me
Okay, it's blood sweat and tears, it'd be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
up?
[Hamm]
Hey man, you tell ME
What's up with the album, man?
[Quik]
Hey man, we tryin' finish that motherfucker, man
And eh, I need one
see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Sorry Joanne, Gaga come's out to play
Im so sorry Joanne
This bitch showed up to play
Sorry Joanne,
up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some
meeee (ha)
I keeps it bumpin in the C-L-U-B
Eleven albums, what are you tellin me?
I am B-L-E-S-S-E-D
I don't need radio +OR+ TV
You are C-U-R-S-E-D
All I
twitch indicating that perhaps
She'd had a rage stroke
Meanwhile, onstage
Nicki was hoisted up by the male
Dancers, arms in the air in full expression
up
I hope that you like it, but even more importantly than that,
I hope you feel something as you hear the story play out
This album flows like a mini
I got for
This new shit for the GOOD music
Joint we opened up the album with this
Joint that me and Skrillex did together
PW: M-m-m-mm i like that!
look at me
Living my life, feeling free
No more stress is on me
No more stress is on me, yeah
Unsure of a starting point
Album did not disappoint
Had
Now what you 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas' raps and tape 'em up on my
Now what you 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas' raps and tape 'em up on my
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
Before Le marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my
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
on the spot
I'm more chillier than Dennis-in
Finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip
You fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click
So that
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
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