Lyrics:
together!!
So how come did you dare??!!
I wonder why I still care!!
For you, I left my own family
Today I’m by my own, so lonely
You broke me, tore me, now
supreme
A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline
The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars
The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws
tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws
Enforcin' my laws, rap mirage in your garage
The grease lightnin', dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage
Now duel
I've got an island in the Pacific
And everything about it is terrific
I've got the sun to tan me palms to fan me
And - an occasional man!
I've got
feelin now?
Stuck up in my mind, one too many days, probably cuz them bars were raised way too high, oh
Drowning in my flaws, diction got me by the balls,
try me
Impulsive imma just do it
Get sponsored by Nike
Been on one before I had trainers
But G-O-D been my PT
This life ain't easy
Better watch out who
islands
Gentle waves reaching their shores
Silent lawns, empty benches
Six stations, then we may pause
Vague feeling like I'd known this one before
A half
feelin' lonely on this island Boy
My life'll never be the same
If never ever was
you'd probably feel my pain
(Chorus)
This is forever
This beat is
Yeah
For a while
You and I
We where joyous, another time
But you'd leave
Go on and haunt me
In my dreams, so lonely
Feels so lonely
So lonely
So
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
Led by liars, you march towards the End
Blinded by smiles of snakes posing as friends
Their venom seeps into your ears
And our tiny island feels so
Ay-ay, ay-ay, I remember when we kissed goodbye
And I was so contented I finally consented
I'd marry him in July
And now I sit in a cabana in Long Island
by Joseph McVey and the Truth that is Trae
That I bumped from the jump in the H
Or Conroe
Whatever though
But hey
Nor will I be lonely on an island
Syndicate the vibe...
Come alive, ay
Told me she outside.
Pop inside, ay.
Lonely on yo island.
Come uh glide through.
Know that you been hiding.
I
to hide his prints
Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
To protect my zone in these streets I roam
Dough on d-low, downin' straight shots
Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
Nol, fytenol, f3d baby
Punchin' the clock on them, got a AR-15
They got a stock on it, you don't know Rick
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
what I'm sayin' operation tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn station, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Long Island one is,
by dimwits in the night like Akhlaq
But i'ma make it sure that i never cut the beef
(achoo) I just sneezed and gave you venereal disease
I'm so sorry
playing at Staples
If I needed the west coast, I'd go out to Naples
My city been faithful
Yeah, my city been faithful
Through every storm in my life
island in the night
The sheltering sky was to be my everlasting lullaby
They said that islands were solid as bedrock
Standing firm forevermore
But
in trenches
We're all living on this island
We're all getting by
Empire lost, we count the cost but
Stiff upper lips don't cry
On the fields of Battle
I was with you that night
When you opened the box
cll you've hidden away
You said you'd opened it once
But you gave me your trust
Said you'd throw
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