Lyrics:
Change But I'm Far From The Man That I Used To Be
[Outro:]
Vo And D-R-A-K-E
We Them Boys That You Came To See (So Get Busy Ya)
Yep We Take It To The Same
style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is calling me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is calling me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
can't sleep
Immortal rhymes I freak for the peeps are just treats
Prepared for the worst
Prepared for the dirt
But I'm checking greatness out and yoh we
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil'
away
And time keeps tickin away
Tickin away
It's hard to think about the time we gon pay
For these decisions that we made on the way
These material
them, so far
I have jumped over the bar
They didn't think we'd get so far
But look at us
It's comin around like a tour bus
In the White House there was
baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I think that we are so used to life not bein' valued
That we think wastin' it
Sweet are the voices in the lost isle calling
Long are the waves on the last shore falling
Everything is everything
Surrounded by the seas, right now
among the shadows
She floats upon the breeze
She moves among the candles
And we moved through the days
and through the years
Years passed by, we were
a Papa Doc's, back to your proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka's sock
I
Easy-E
I'm a god, I'm a beast, you are not an emcee
You just nod to the beat, you eat snots when you sneeze
You eat cock, you're a freak
When I drop you
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
had sharpened to get your head impaled in it
Like a sword that was brought by the thought of Yog Sothoth
With these prophetic words that are combustible
out
I'm the H-O-R-R, the N-E-Y, the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the master of the dicks
And my penis will tell you why
You see it's
getting all this bread, now They think
That we some bakers I'm four tabs deep, all I See is some traces
And I don't ever miss, all my blicks got lasers
the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
Are you a role model?
Not, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box
I
fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
(Are you a role model?)
Not, CaTash'll steal yo' beatbox
I drink cuss and smoke and sock niggas with
are not special
We're young, we tend to do extra
But this is not regular this is familiar
You and your games, im starting to get sick of em
Memories I
Hello
My name is Rowan Gaelen
These are my confessions
And my revelations
As I write this, it’s the 14th of June, 7PM on the moon
I’m moving station
for me to congregate with you
Knowing what you're looking for
But in the end
Who are we
But empty cells
Transforming
I don't know how it feels
To be
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
I'm comin' back like I'm a perennial, one shot and I'm hittin' your femoral
Bow we at your funeral, we Rome around like we are some numerals
My squad
guess we never know
No clout
Are you in or out
Need to watch
They mouth
Before I stomp em out
People deal with rumors
Like it's sold out
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