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of the spotlight where we shine bright.
Just to keep it sane talk to me for a little
Have a seat for a minute
Call the shots in the middle…
The riddle in your eyes
a mental monster
Holy shit I'm only get hotter
I'm the big dripper
You're the little dropper
Get them, got them
Lots of dollars
Watch me catch couple comas
Cause there's good ones and you're one
Just as much and as little as I am too
Cause I believe in those men that are wolves
But not every tale is all true
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
Coochie-cooing my chin
The bird shuffling its little talons left, then right
While the leaves bristled
Against the plaster wall, two of them drifting
Onto my
EMILY AND THE MONSTER
the story of a little girl
CHAPTER 1 - Heaven
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was born here, on earth. No,
headed straight to hell
By the highway
No matter how long and how hard
That I prayed
So I might as well learn how to make
This guitar talk
Somebody said
If money talks I'm going to make it right
Slide two bills put that to the side
You know it's me when I drive by
My bro's like blood, I roll with
a little dusted but I'm not insane
People come up to me and they try to talk shit, man
I was making records when you were sucking your mother's dick
You can catch me on that bypass high as hell
515 that's where I dwell
Bout to snatch your clientele
You ain't doin nothin, I might as well
By my lonely,
Wazowski
But i be a monster on the mic
Goddamn
I dont wanna talk about the cash flow
Sicklo thats not what i'm here for
Split personality akimbo
Takin shots
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
that it's true
Passing you by, stare at my shoes
Thought I would die, then out of the blue
Said
Oh, I introspect
way too much
A little devil I can't
Retribution conquer my father he raised a Monster sometimes 2 sit and ponder the title recital streets your honor take flight when sniped fight last
Talk about beautiful things a little bit
Talk about beautiful things a little bit
Talk about beautiful things a little bit
Talk about beautiful things
to something horrible
Okay we got quite a lot of stuff to do so come on let's get busy
The big fish is about to get taken out by some crazy little fishes
(Stop
best
Like I should walk around with fucking Poké Balls with me
It be hard to keep this Rockstar image
With these monsters in my head like my thoughts
girls spread out and drop seeds like they're farmers
They're old as their momma's, the same age as their aunt
And the neighborhood drunk men and that
shivering
Throw your corpse like I'm littering
The illiterate insignificant little bitch kid
Thinking I'm kidding around
Until he goes missing in an instant
Talk like Christ (Christ)
Let us be
Set and clean
Fruit produced by heaven's King
VERSE
Let us be clean
Reproduce the character
Hey and that's the thing with us men though, right
We're always scared to shoot our shot with women
So
I been feeling like I need a shorty by my side
Yeah man
"You know it's easy to talk about, doing something
But when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little
Light
Big house
New shoes
Designer belt
Balenciaga
Ferragamo
Whole lotta talk with yo big mouth
Watchu want a Range Rover
A Brand new caddy
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