Lyrics:
writing nothing
LOOK
way better than my peers piers
Listen here
Next year
Fire Album nigga no frontin
I'll admit I lost focus
I ain't think nobody noticed
to expect from me
Social verifications the only time you see checks from me
And I ain't even got those
Cruising at a drive by speed in a Tahoe swerving
the best
One of the greatest marketing tactics we've ever witnessed
Cared for just the music, the business wasn't none of our business
The third album
why I get confused when you run from me
That's why when ya world falling down you shelter up under me
That shit be like that some time
By the way I
brothers win
And them getting paid
But sometimes I don't think
They want that for me
I'm finna have a billion hits
By the time I'm turning fucken 40
Don't
we see
That's before my time so how the fuck you still on these streets
Every adult in that crowd can lick the skin off my meat
So if you really
shit is fake)
I'm bout what I say, you can tell just by my expression
My Social Security Number starts with three 7's, you get the message (You know what
a clock, but I punch a clown Smashing in your parents' crib, don't make a fucking sound
King of New York, I don't want the crown Ask whoever the king is by
a lot of You people die
It's like a math problem Cause like fingers I got People counting on me
The times I've been
Counted out is
Unaccounted for and I
(melody by electric guitar)
Bridge 3:
Nothing has interested me all this time
Only you (only you)
And I don't know how to forget you, babe
Do you have any
remember it all, all, all
Too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again
But I'm still trying to find it
After
album bout to chart like school, the Black Bart Simpson, dude
Aren't we all Care Bears we do more then stare
We spill tea everywhere, let's play how to be
of all motherfuckin' time
I go by the name of Charlie, motherfuckin' Bear. Now tuned in to the motherfuckin' greatest
The world's frequency is totally off.
Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
Listen...
[Verse 1:]
I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
Die before my album drops never sell a mill
Die
rocking microphones sin! Sin!
Said I learned new ways
Gotta thank God for my chance to blaze
Next album gonna see a fat healthy raise
And he make mistakes
Hello
And welcome to The Everglow by Mae
You are now listening to the audio portion of the album
To complete the experience
Please open
to rappers that are intelligent
Smoke you one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irrelevant
A lot of shit has happened since the last time you've heard
to explode,
'Cause you're taking mad long with my ID
I'm in here weekly
You know my face by now,
Stop wasting my time, you know the deal, get me out of this
the Bartlebees and Neutral Milk Hotel?
It's okay for a sunny day but that Sting album won't do
So when I play you Allen Clapp, you'll know baby I love you!
Hey
of sittin' in the dank house steady inhalin' somethin'
So I snatched you up, put you at the right place at the right time
Open mic night at the club, with
[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now
and liquor, a big dog like Clifford
Melt gimmicks every time I spit
With rhymes like crowds in health clinics cause every line is sick
I squeeze clips
come in
For there will be a war, it's inevitable
And at this time, I need you all to be
prepared for the worst
(hu-hail) My soldiers
[CHORUS
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
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