Lyrics:
to allow
You're my singer
Lemme be your song
No matter what you want to do
Let me pick along
I just want to sing along
Country ladies
Take us by the hand
nowhere
What do I care?
I could be the singer that no one knows
The middle of winter somewhere in the world
But here the sun's shinin on me
Watchin
WILL
IT’S TOO HARD TOO HEAR!
DR. STONE
OUR CASE IS GONNA BE MOVED!
WILL
CAN I CALL YA BACK?
DR. STONE
CAN YOU BE HERE BY TWO?
WILL
Yeah, yeah,
can't fight no bullets, so don't try to bully us
Fuck around and catch a headshot, red dot
Hit 'em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they
momma
Like, I don't do this for my health
I got some plans for us momma
Got the ball in my court
I did my dance with it momma
Yea
Old friends turn new
meets their favourite singer's preference
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches
That's all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
and probably unmentored
A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference
"Bad bitches, bad
I say
Mass information assimilation got me filled with
Highly volatile hostile crazy wild ill shit
Cold rhymes get laced by the sick slang singer
stutter
When I said that I'm goin platinum, sellin rhymes
I went platinum, seven times
And still they ill they want to see us fry
I guess because of only
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
rappers of everything that scared them as children
They call me show stopper
No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of
Taught
where talents unfold.
(Chorus)
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With voices crafted
grew up
Going by the book
But once you get old
You don't know how to cope
With the shitty things
That scare us all
Yeah you know we've all got to fall
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
green at least
Used to serve 30's, 15's was quicker 10 a piece
Homie sellin work keep it damp got a weight to meet
Have 3 blocks by 19 a quota I ain't
Cut the brakes ain no time to waste
All we need is speed
They ain't feed us we might need greed
Go psych as drive-bys with paintball guns
It's Points 2
been on the ride a long time
And they begin to question "Is this real, or is this just a ride?"
And other people have remembered
And they come back to us
if you sit here
And don't get that date back
Did he give you his number or anything?
No. He just told me to meet him
At seven in Central Park
If I
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over
a man's world loving a woman is soft
But earth is a woman so woman is rock
I remember when I thought, R&B was fake as hell
Because the singer wasn't really
so I sing for my father
And in truth you must know I would rather
He were here by my side
We could fly on the wings of a dream
To a place where
being ignored and pushed
Around by the label
They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
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