Lyrics:
Remember back one day in Manhattan
We had no masks on
Under the cotton candy sky
cnd at the hotel
Snuck past the doorbell
Pretended everything was
have to go too far
To take a stroll down Malcolm X Boulevard
Take the bus, a train, cruise up Manhattan just
To dig the cool.
Cash and carry on every
wizards in a fucking wagon
You can't step to me, flyer than a dragon
Catch me sky walking, flying like Aladdin
Ain't sippin by fourths, I'm sippin by
wiggle like fuck it
Tuck it, up in my safe up in my oven
For I get swiped, by somebody who a'int got nothing
Niggahs all in my business like they name
all I want when the world dies
Is you by my side
We could just run around Manhattan
And let fate make something happen
Ocean eyes and a deep tone
the cold got Paris hell
Inside an old cursed pub / A real Brazil from behind a rose glass
Days had passed, movies too / my favorite actress has dated
And socialist at heart
Traded England's iron lady for
A new world in the arms
Of the Battery, Manhattan
And the dancer by his side
One fire the New York City
I'm walking through Manhattan
And I can't avoid the crowds
Of lovers holding hands and kissing sweetly as they walk
Into the city underground
We
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
when baking soda do cocaine
Drag to the dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein
The Drag album coming soon too
We got Needlz on the beat man
Them drums
The Drag album comin? soon too
We got Needlz on the beat, man
Them drums is too cold cut-able man, yeah
Bakka-bakka, shots flowin? here
Swizz, get 'em,
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
money before this year over
By selling tapes and an Idris okpas decoder
Ehen
Why you too dey rap like mumu (Ehen)
Why you too dey rap like mumu (Ehen)
Ehen
Why you too dey rap like mumu (Ehen)
Why you too dey rap like mumu (Ehen)
Wetin concern dudu and fufu (Ehen)
God don catch you somebody don
fades to pink and blue
As I cry
In your arms
And if you wanna take a picture
Maybe we could make an album too
And fill it with some stupid memories of us
your problems
Cuz I'm fucked up too
Said I wouldn't be shit yea
Now look at you
DIDNT wanna be shit
Till that bitch knew that I
Made my own album
Now
of sincerity
Please don't bring that shit around to me
I got a bone to pick, I am a dog
No no paw patrol
Glowing red eye
In the shadow its dark
Illuminated by
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
handicaps and made it here without one
On my last album I was going insane
I still am just by now I've gotten used to the pain
Take more green to my head
From the album non album tracks
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you
French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
love you too
Peace
Proof is in the vineyard ay yo
An even more proof
Up in the booth
Norman Rockwell Album of the year
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