Lyrics:
on fire
Wreckshop done came, and took the whole world by surprise
Independent label, counting money across the table
Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in
Sitting in my ass
In my room
Legs crossed
Ping ponging in my mind
Entangled by the ropes
Arms spread
Dreading the time when I have to be it again
Writing
Turn the madness up in my headphones fam
I've seen people be lied to by the system
I've seen people be bastardised by the system
You know why
Yeah, shambles as a rule
Tangled like chasing a train
But still look cool
Somehow still limp along
So fly that it feels like a strut
Like
Mumia and my people
Shut down and fightin’ for freedom
Dismantle the message that make you think its’ cool to
Tell a womyn about her body and what
got a fur I don't get affected by cold
Yeah
I ain't scared of shit
I don't think too much when I write or I spit
I just wanna say the truth but it cost
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
There's a moose head hanging from a wall at a bar
At a nondescript part of the street
There's a long-haired boy making eyes at a John
By
her uhm
Who and who?
I dey knack their babe, but they think I'm cool
Puss in boots
Anything I do, they go like go run am too
2 by 2
Come with
ersten Blick
Siehst du uns im Benz fahren, Drive-by, du bist gefickt
Ich häng' ab mit Ghetto-Chicks, deine Bitch, meine Bitch
Wir hustlen Tag und Nacht,
hundred a plate for the pasta
I’m getting swell like dreadlocks
You can get hit by a shottah
Boom Ba Ya
Rocka Bye Baby
The streets so wild
My life so brazy
Dear Bryson, I was a big fan of your music, I thought you were cool
I'm in college i told everyone about you at my school
But I was playing your
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
feelin' some way, you know I hate losin'
If ya heart was in a bank, I'd rob it just to prove it
C'mon, you a mean diva
I'll grab your problems by
I'm cool James with a Liu Kang
collection that is different; But immaculate taste like
I imagine you taste like
Pink starbursts and good credit
And feel
goin broke so I don't dig into my stash
I'm cool as Brian Robbins on the show _Head of the Class_
If you don't get the picture, make the camera go flash
a shit
Though I love her any way, I find
There is beauty in the little things
Lying in bed she just sighs and says "You act a fool and you ain't that cool
as I was grippin' her butt
So how you're doin? (I'm fine, I feel cool but not perfect
Uhm) What's the matter, you're lookin' kinda nervous
I sat
on to something
You always said you really want, want me
Oh yeah
Time passes by and it's clear to me
We were just nothing but cool you see
I'm telling you now
Uh, Cuz' you's a bitch, never have I used a chick
But I'm really used to getting used by one usually
Girls wanna have fun but they play love so
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just coolin
zoo, parait que c'est le souk
Quand je dis que c'est cool, en fait ça coule
Clope, feu et de l'amnésie
Me demande pas si ça roule
Qu'est-ce que t'as?
on my toes, stayed on my pivot
They had me sitting way up by Ohio, Mom used to fly in and pull me for visits
I gotta stay moving, how don't you get it
nigga that blue cast
on her cute azz
you never thought your bitch would fuck that rapper in his new pack
true that, but then you love her with your cool
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