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(Instrumental break)
You son of the devil, all in my face
Giving me things I thought I could take
Only for me to realise
By your venom I'm
like God's testing my patience
Overthinking conversations yeah
Write a little find my mental
Still I'm feeling stuck
Sentimental instrumental
Throw my
renewed
You'll know me in the morning by the smile that I wear
When I meet you in the morning
In the city that is built four square.
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the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
kiss your hand,
And your slaves all at your feet.
Your minions serve your beck and call,
But they don't compensate at all,
'cause inside, mister
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
You can have the bitch nigga, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
It's all about the tempo
It's all about the tempo
I do what I want
I do what I want
On top of this instrumental
Ahead of the game and official
Don't
Jestem jak turysta w kraju obcym
Ale to nie jest żadnym
Nie potrafię składać zdań
By wyjść z opresji
[Instrumental]
Nie potrafię składać zdań
By wyjść z
Airplanes - soaring through the sky
Jet trails on the tail of a passerby
Passed by in the passing lane, my past, bye
I don't wanna see you again, I'd
to Haiti
Hopefully by then you won't hate me
Damn
I know our presence been lately
I know it's happy belated
Its been a bit since you dated
I'm tryna look
brilliant minds.
It's being asked by every body from Obama, to Glenn Beck.
They all want to know why there's a warning,
on them little blue pills
When
(he) always answers my beck and call,
Ever lovin' mama (daddy)mama (papa) tree top tall.
I feel so proud walkin' by her (his) side,
Couldn't get
This food for thought is clogging my trap.
Principal's looking ready to snap.
Dazed by the slow clock time to choose.
Too tired to sit fishing for
Sentimental sentiments
You could've been the keeper of the flame
Incidental incidents
Instrumental instruments
Swallowed by the place from which you came
Intro:
Yeah Top
It's the T.O.P nikka.. it's the top not the bottom
Yeah Mike Beck Drop that beat
Chorus:
Now how you end up in this fucked up
Well,tear down the Mona Lisa
Put your picture on the wall
Tell the world you love her
And I'm at your beck and call
And I'm the only Mona Lisa
illecita (ah)
Finalmente la mia casa è lucida (muah)
Faccio step by step, ho le Nike a fuoco
Meglio se dopo Beck's mi levi la coco
Odi me, ho di me
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
Autumn leaves lay down and die
At the winters beck and call
Seven sisters sobbing by the shore
Longing for their lost loves, whose ships sail no more
Don't care bout the message
I keep the text closed
Only the fam roars
Stressed by the context, yeah
Something to live
Something I glimpsed
Something
lots of fans
Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man
And be number one
And liked by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They
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