Lyrics:
Bella Baby
I'm hella serious, I really fucking like you
While you're in Asia, I'll be here just spitting haikus
Don't look left, Gabriella, I'm the right
York my third eye glides with the view like a hawk
Defined my mind is automatic rhymes are tragic
Fount in the attic lost you in Asia Minor
Build a better prototype, you lookin' like a mop
And I'm lookin' for a floor to wipe
I heard your album man if thats what you call it
Another gangster
think you're lit but you're dark as night
They say this life goes by so fast
You better buckle and hit the gas
Thought you left me in your past
But I'm
I just managed to piss all these rappers off
I'm a-, undergraduate who over-achieved
Your bro can't look me in the eye because I'm livin' his dream
on my shoulder finally bought my soul
Lost a lot of friends, couldn't give a fuck though
Yeah, I'm wildin' by myself til' the sun don't show
I won't let
on third eye blind's album called "TATOO OF
THE SUN"
TATOO OF THE SUN
I believe everything you say
'Cuz you're not frightened
The way I've been so
So i
been begging me to buy
But I never buy
He still there, calling me "Redman"
Like I never left
Trinidad!
We dig out your eye, dig out your eye, dig
about it I don’t even know if I was precise when I drew your eyes, maybe
I was a couple shades off when I drew your lips I think I might of let my hand
niggas on they shit
That's my shit, I'm a killer, fuck silence
Being humble is boring, I'm choosing my craft first
Stream the album, just finished the last
Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By
haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes
We're in the mirror hypnotized
I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair
Gone and still I remenice
I'm haunted
Haunted by
fake
Your eyes pop open like paper plates
You fronting MC, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps
I said it before, I'll say it again
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
And fuck a dream motherfucker go and be that
Gotta keep my eye out niggas plotting
Tinted glass half way down since they watching
They was talking Jazz I was
Make love to a garden spade
Then strip search the sky
'Cause Larry loves Larissa
They see eye to glass eye
Found peace in an arrangement
her bags pack her bags left
Your style is A, be , see-D
E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-are-S
Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
[Lil Bo - Talking]
Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers
On this here album right
But this motherfucker bout over and uh
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
Neither day or night you are
Bruises on your things
Trauma ridden eyes
Who says they
Can have the stars?
Europe, Asia, Africa
Kneel every night
I am
Neither day or night you are
Bruises on your things
Trauma ridden eyes
Who says they
Can have the stars?
Europe, Asia, Africa
Kneel every night
I am
room and
Dropped down from the window, grabbed a kid by his shoulders
Looked him into the eyes and shouted fuck, am I zooming
Look at my pupils, they're
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
the sky
The moon's my mammy
The storm holds my eye
Dressed in westerlies [?]
Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name
And the reason you were born
Is
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