Lyrics:
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
Save Your Love (from the Album""Destiny"" by Louise Van Aarsen)
I know your body tells you
But keep listening to your mind.
Ask yourself
It’s that time that I pop booze wee
To manyora ame dintshang Dan niggas hoe voel jy
JM, L.L cool J, Mshi le bo Mkhuze
Dude skaars like a thick gold chain
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
choking and my lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it and
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are
Here I am at your big show
Now I grew up with your records you know
Play me that guitar solo
Note for note, like the record yeah
Spun your album one
Got surprise and a fan base get fame
When I'm tryin' on a part you move a hand shake
Can't wait til my album drop
I'ma cop the money call a super
is on Hammer Time,
Can't touch that shit
Ho keep talking bout "fuck me" (what man)
Man, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch)
Fuck that
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
but you can't
All hoes faint when they see the Jag paint
Let's make it crystal clear, Mag's the rookie of da year
By this time next year the whole world
and a long ass drive, word
Keep it moving and keep improving at the same time
People love me but hate me on the same rhyme
Damn, that's just how I feel man
I
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar
Spittin'
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
with me
My debut album it's all prophecy
No predictions in my knack can't mock me
Got to hear this at least two times then you can copy
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
line and very effected vocals. In 1998, a special re-mix was made for the album 'Chrono'.
Although "finger-pointing" lyrics were usually avoided, this
to stack 401k off uh doing this
By the time next years
Up talking nothing less
Remember renting fairgrounds for a show
Remember stressing I was venting
mansions all on my checklist
No time to chill or watch Netflix
Me and Joey on a mission
I'll play every position plus I'm coaching
Bro don't question my
my place?"
Pete's like "Nah, how 'bout TGI Fridays?
I really love you, Lauren, and I know you trust me
But it's our first time meeting, I don't
everyone acting like they weren't in love with the music Eskimo Times
Grime!
Rumble Times and that
Yeah man I'm still waving the flag
I'm a grime kid
anyway
Stayed loyal, but my time spent bought no praise
It's a broke heart to leave, fortune to stay
So I'm out before the ring, look, I ain't touch no
well with the pen, now I'm sicker again
Y'all been waiting for this album to drop
And off the top like a pringle I been waiting to pop
It's my time
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