Lyrics:
the analysts
To add a list of damages
Accumulated, feudalism
Rumored and ruminated
By the chosen few that like to choose
The way the truth is painted
Who could
a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One
killed i'm an expert
Who'll be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain
You got eight million ways to die
We torch you, scorch you
Make you feel real sore
Have
Shoutout Mordecai, man he's so fly (yeah-yuh)
Fuck I'm high
Jacob Cowan never stood a chance
Sections and regions, call it the last dance
I'm going way too
Why do we have to go and face the same routine
And the traffic jams and crowded street's a real
Neurotic scene
I don't know, why do we take it each
calls your name
You didn't choose for things to be this way
Creature of the moon, your fate's been set since birth
Don't apologize
Altered by the earth,
Aye bro, finally!
Welcome to the album, Listen Hard Or Disregard
(I'm still drunk) Facts, and we're on our way (Yuh!)
Smoke said the folks throwing
Life in the fast lane, catch me riding by
Livin' how I wanna and I make em wonder why
They don't understand how I be talkin to the sky
Triple Threes
make a promise im always gon see it through
But when im out in traffic girl I dont be in the mood
You be obsessed with the wrong things
I know we fight
guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn,
feel when you
By my side
Swervin' all through traffic and we can't stop
Catchin eyes
Of course we know they're comin' with their confusion
And lies
I
'm breaking way through, just like the robber
And smile for the camera
Damn, I feel awesome!
But she doesn't know more
Gotta get it opened!
You never listen
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
I can fly
I step in the function the one that she wanted lil baby I think it's a vibe
I saw you in traffic but you was not active no you is not one
Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes
Rolling with the club till I go insane
I demand respect with these colors on man
You aint down with us
Shirt, ja das bin ich,
ey ja das bin ich
Ich zeig dir kurz das FELLY 1mal1,
Was sind 13 Flaschen Absolut, wenn 7 Brüder teilen? (Besser ruf die Polizei)
traffic my haters keep wishing I stippety stop
Bitch get front row seats to my dick while I chill at the tippity top
I ain't beefing with you sweet niggas
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
Wearily makes his way home through
The traffic jams and neon lights of the
Great metropolis.
Underneath The Neon Sign
All I see is imitation
like a pimple
Lil hoe was sucking I swear she went crazy I left my kids right on her dimples
The way these hoes like me I swear it's to easy, it's like I
boulevard
I want to fly away
I want to fly
Fly, fly away
I want to fly
Fly-fly away (fly a-)
Fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...)
Fly-fly away (i want to fly-fly
(Highway killed the village)
(Highway killed fashion, killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (By the milliner) by the milliner
traffic by the way
Princess 'Rari, watch me speed
Swervin', switch lanes, watch me speed
Ghetto goth shawty brought the weed
Dope Backwoods for my weed
I
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