Lyrics:
to power through it
c year ago I was struggling, wondering how to do this
Now my album's moving, doing everything on my to-do list
'Bout to live all my
softly - black maroon 5
Living that legion making me psycho
The truth is making my eyes sore
The proof is everywhere I go
All that I see if worshipping
that a song can travel, faster than Santa, and without the reindeer!
Somewhere around my fifth album appropriately titled Five Golden Rings, I began
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
over the hump camels waiting
Never gave up, most of my peers forsaken
One make it, we all make it but I delivered that patient
King chronicles, never
to the Killers' Spaceman
And the videos we making get in high demand
Once we started making videos to Maroon 5's "Hands All Over"
Even in Pebble Beach we made
you define me
Blatant with my right hand
Sneaky my left hook
All my peers know my gear stuck on Westbrook
You claim to be the greatest
All over
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all
don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop, don't stop
Get your freak
Pick up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus
Violator album
Adjusting his tie, the sweat had begun to pool in all
in the face of the opps
Count all the blessings I made in a month
Niggas wanna do a joint album, these hoolies is black bags
Can't waste this talent,
in my eyes, I'm just letting time fly
Cause when it's fun it flies by
Got that, old soul with that new school flow
Got a guitar in my hands, just
tell me where them niggas at before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright. Around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here in a maroon
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
that special girl
Just come over baby so I can rock your world
45 acting like he’s five, brain-washing the weak
Lying about everything that been truly
that's all
Just a feeling that you're watching me
Aah, every move I'm making
Am I reading your mind
'cause it's almost like your touching me
Aah,
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
four, five, six police show up and act weird
Then all of them take off except a short chubby guy named Tubbs
I would later find out that Tubbs' son
head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice, head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out
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