Lyrics:
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no
campaign started in
January 2015
If you weren't laying with me, had a meal made, or cutting a check
I ain't entertaining it
This ain't just entertainment
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
always keep it real ain't no need to pretend.
3. Don't get stressed and show progress. Spread love, not hate, and you'll be blessed.
4. You made your
some Netflix and just kick
It like in Tekken
Hear the beat, that's made by Sledgren
Indeed, all my closet stuffed
And full of Presidents
The weed smoke
miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
labor won't come to fruition and save you
The gruesome assailants say they ain't seen this beyond entertainment
The pain of creators taken out but what
with the cold sky
Wrapped in cold late at night
[sample: "give me summer"] x2
Come clean there's no sun yet
The only lights here are made
your lips on me
Put it on so you can take it off of me
Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It's the color red, how could I forget?
Cashmere
At the monument where I was skating
Spitting the hardest shit at every party's how I made my way in
Don't be all high and mighty, ighty? Watch what you saying
1, 2, 3, 4
You've got your mother and your brother
Every other, undercover, telling you what to say
(Say)
You think I'm stupid, but the truth
Title: CORNERS - Wishing They Were Painted Red
Words & Music By: Michael G. Ronstadt
VERSE I
Gadd9Corners dancing in my head,
Whishing they were
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rich Nice
And on behalf of Trackmasters Entertainment
I would like to welcome you to the Kid Capri
Soundtrack
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
at 4am
Its 4am
Its 4am
Why hit me up at 4am
What you thinking about at 4am
4am 4am
Hit me on my line yea back to back
You made my phone die and i didn't
86 summers gone by
Bambino put a hex on the Bean
We were living on a tear and a sigh
In the shadow of the Bronx machine
Man, you could feel it
the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy
Drop Phantom is milky
White on white, twenty four inch blades I'm
to ramble through the park
Shadow boxing in the dark
Then you came and caused the spark
That's a four-alarm fire, now.
I never made love by lantern
champ? Who da champ?
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Where's the package with the stamp?
Bust it open by the Lamb
Roll it up 'till I cramp
Uh, four rings
I'm gonna make it as long as I base it off the love and not the fame of entertainment
Grab a glass, I got a toast, you gotta raise it
I build this
complaining
It's still the same shit
Mo Money Entertainment
Family first Nigga
No such thing as new arrangements
You can tell I'm doing well
By the niggas that
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