Lyrics:
the night
Ma, I like the night (bitch-ass niggas take flight)
You want your gun I got your millimeter
I eat a sucka duck emcee to smoke blunts by
Living a day at a time be the rhythm that fit
That way I´m always quick to predict a glitch
Building a house brick by brick and bit by bit
Living
the Billie Holiday, Bob Marley in y'all
Y'all feel most high when I be in y'all
System, with the rhythm I up jump the boogie
Shame I rely on record labels
of an old grey blacktop, 33's just whistlin' by
Steer the wheel, one handed on a two lane, hugging that line
I got the windows down, no one else around
Like when Bob Marley and Sublime
Would be keeping me inspired
And I got this, this music,
Feeling like Jimi Hendrix up on the guitar and
I'm gonna take
like a hazmat
When I lay it down
Get money like it's Aflac
4 lit like B.o.B
Talkin my shit like i'm T.I.P
What that mean i'm a king of oneself
Let that
find a rhythm
We were raised by the algorithm full grown tryna find a rhythm
Move to rhythm of the algorithm vision that's why you're on the run
Move
I'm serving dope
I feel like my name J Miller
Hit em with the hammer
No Bob The Builder
Shoulda told em that
They fucking with a killer
Keep that
and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night
And it goes
If I was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I
left us by the roadside downhearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel, said, "Boys, I'm going home."
So we turned 'round and faced our fate, hung
I've got the skills to pay the bills, yo
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah, what you got
Ain't no question, you ain't got to ask, dog I love you
And I ain't scared to say it, heaven's gated for a reason, everyone won't get to see it
But my
got rhythm you're sure to succeed,
Rhythm is our business, business sure is swell.
He's the drummer man, in the band
Crosby's on the drums, in
I feel the weight on my shoulders
I promised my niggas that I'd never fold up
I feel the world getting colder
I always make sure I got something
im impatient aint got time to catch a nigga slippin'
I'll be at niggas doors like a Jehovah witness
Diss me and catch a couple shots to the chest I
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
song
I'ma get up, get up, yeah, yeah
You got me humming, humming to the beat of the drum
To the rhythm, rhythm, yeah, yeah
Your loving takes me
Position shuffle like a deck
Aggressive growls by her neck
Trying to break into a sweat
Only way I cum
Gone be correct
Afterwards we lay
A lil caress
Politic
the criticism.
I was told cutting wouldn't help but neither would anything else, so I didn't listen
As relief streamed down, I'd pop in forbidden earbuds and bob
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I
the blues
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I caught the rollin' arthritis
the blues
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I caught the rollin' arthritis
the blues
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I caught the rollin' arthritis
mind ain’t got no time for a young thot
Bad bitches by my side like I’m Billy Bob
Yea, catch me in the section doing the Diddy bop
Runway model tryna
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