Lyrics:
This year's crop of kisses
Don't seem as sweet to me
This year's crop just misses
What kisses used to be
This year's new romance
Doesn't seem
This year's crop of kisses
Don't seem as sweet to me
This year's crop just misses
What kisses used to be
This year's new romance
Doesn't seem
Gucci parachute
Bank filled with dead faces daily basis
Finessed a new mclaren for them daily races
Choppa with me loaded like the matrix
Me
graduated magma cum laude virtual on zoom
I thought by now you'd make the news
In talent shows you swept the room
You whipping in the Rango still, I know cuz
an airplane but a single wing glider
cll I want for Christmas is my rear back molar
c brand new controller and a bear that's polar
c stroller and a bolder
Hey, remember the brand new bands
Remember that one song, uh, Don't Let It Go To Your Head
Yeah, well, I let it go to my head
I let it go to my head
cherish you
And I'll show you off like a new pair of shoes
Cuz we've been flying high we don't need no parachutes yeah
I've been smoking too much
Yeah,
I use goat cheese
Gotta scape goat
I gotta nice ass whip it's all ready to go
I go from NYC to New Mexico
I take your new girl
All she wanna do is
ay, my drip ain't simple like Bidoof
But I still double the V when its slight, and they checking it twice
Now they mad cuz its real news, ooh, yuh
Tell
Monkey see monkey do dissension in the crew
Got to clean house come back refresh and renewed
Parachute to a new landing space
There's a war going
Monkey see monkey do dissension in the crew
Got to clean house come back refresh and renewed
Parachute to a new landing space
There's a war going
Babylon by bus, no tagalongs
It's a marathon, tryna run it up
Lake Michigan, a frozen pond
Black Swan with the bubble butt
Opera glasses clutched
He been makin it
Had to do what I had to do
As I parachute from the plane we in
That's tres bien
All of these rhymes in my cranium
Might need to sell
Leave it all up to the coroner
Put that pussy in a parachute, Get your orifice filled by the four of us all in a tour bus
If I die today, Don't you cry
to close the blinds
I be feeling fluffy
My heart be feeling right
Everytime she touch me
I'm waiting by her side
I be feeling lucky
Gambino 3-0-5
She the one
on by, breeze driftin' on by)
(It's a new life for me) me and the RZA connect
(For me, for me) me and the RZA connect (ooh, ooh)
(And I'm feelin' good)
nowhere
I just took off a couple of years
But now I'm back on my day-to-day
Old school, Gucci frames like day to day
Who gon' tell New York "Time's up"?
on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news
Yo one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo Flav read
thru
We were just a
We were just a
We were just a
We were
We were just a drive thru
Ain't it crazy how nothing ever stays the same
Years go by but feel
visions they won't leave me
Why?
Why again?
Why again?
I put myself into this, cant delete my sins
Wasted up by something I cannot see…
How did it come
thru
We were just a
We were just a
We were just a
We were
We were just a drive thru
Ain't it crazy how nothing ever stays the same
Years go by but feel
noticed
And you already is, but aye
Your time coming real soon
sooner than next year
(Ooh) Yeah
(Nah nah) Yeah, Yeah
Love. (Love never fails me)
It's
than an air balloon
Sky glide into da money from da parachute here we excursion
It ain’t a dream when live it in person
Learned lessons from my blessings
Chilly chillin' on George Floyd's body like a sofa
Black in your blue eyes enjoy evil aroma
Trap my people by the hour, click clack semi coma
You invited
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