Lyrics:
Your eyes in pain
I know what it's like
When memories make you wince
And love letters read like obituaries
And photo albums
Are the books
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
That was Neon Hours' by Sparky Lightning and The Bolts from their 1982 classic album, Saturday. We are listening to the entire record front to back
the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon
So let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon
So let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
(Mr. DJ, can I make a request?)
(Pwede ba 'yong love song ko? Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Mr. DJ, can I make a request?
Pwede ba 'yong love song ko? Oh
Weekend's
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Keeping it g and funky
With my sade shirt
Nah my crush got ugly
Bitch got fat and cold
Now they say they love me
Am acting what am worth
It’s time
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
goin' on mate
I wasn't doing that to take the piss by the way
I was genuinely like, trying to emulate his voice
Erm
Yeah man
Err, fuckin' call me back I
the heat from your breath,
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
This project is about how my vitality, friendship and love has been pierced
By the blade of death, betrayal and Insidiousness over the last year
Over
love
But is there anything for me?
These jeans fit again
But I still don't have friends
Who can come around and actually console me
And I'm empty again
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
older doingmovies, videos ,and albums
Love is love, from your boy, your friend, Khleo Thomas
wooo!
This one's to my fans
much love
no thought
It's all
Violent Ed
And he head butt me every time I cussed
I would need two microphones when I bust
Would you show me love even with another head
Or would you
they Twitter fingers be aching?
'Cause they forsaken what it means to be a person
And worsen their mental daily by involving themselves in
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
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