Lyrics:
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
life, the 1000 Winds Project
By TheChrisAllen.com
One more than 999 individual pristine 24-bit fart recordings
Quoting the site, captured using
billion people, who cares about you, so what
We're a generation that asked to perform, yet when I go on social media I'm just feeling forlorn
Likes, texts,
I bitch?
She look at my pinky ring
The bitch start to cry
I think ten thousand up in strip about to die
He could be the good guy I’d
Rather be
that I've changed
But really too much of me know that I stay the same
Wasn't focused on outcome with this whole album
I tried so hard to find my peace by
on seat, I'll have a shootout with who doubting, yeah
I'm bipolar, I ain't through wilding, I'll do a drive-by to Andre 3000 flute album
roaming about
No future for the youth
We are all thinking about
Who is ganna be a good leader
In the next generation
When there is no good teacher in this
the younger girls of the generation
You know, the youth, there's no limitation
By the way, you know, free my nigga 21 as well, you know
Lot of y'all niggas
Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he
cyclopean monuments
Feh! If only they knew the true extent of this great cosmic puzzle!
They are as fools who view a tapestry in a darkened room by
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
cry
I had enough of lies
I want someone
Who see me as who I really am
Someone who I don't need to lie
Six thousand years alone
The lesson's strong!
No
begin to fly by me
So I run to a mirror to see who I've become
I look and realize that I'm looking right at my son
But see he doesn't exist because he's
the clique
Get out some more, expand the four, get a girl whos legit
Stay by myself, expand the wealth, that's not how I wanna live
A thousand subs,
To the young generation of people who barely know nothin'
But fuck it, they dumb enough
So they comin' up with a bunch of lies, so they can convert into one
heard that this new generation was waiting on me
After The Golden Age, these old heads been praying for me
To get involved, maybe vent to y'all,
and I get em
Writing new verse and I kill em
Killing the hate in the building
I make em' panic
Hide in this shit by myself
I don't do well with
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
Man look
You gotta show me
Show me you care
This gonna be a lot so you'll need a chair
Baby girl your such a star
I wanna show you off by being who
get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder by
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next
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