Lyrics:
the beguine
To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that tune clutches my heart
And there we are, swearing to love forever
And promising never,
just came around and knocked me down
Broke me down yeah
For as long I been on earth
I had some tunes some music urge
You think I be kidding but I be
you all i see
Baby would you
Dark room, chill tunes with me
You sip your cheap wine
While i puff my weed
Seems so romantic
How it's supposed to be
like no other nigga can
Tune me out when you with someone else, you can't hear what I'm saying
We don't talk the way we used to, that shit wasn't in
some bars, guess its time that I be the Simon
Simon says you need to give your priorities some alignment
And start becoming more in tune with your
remind that I'm teaching(listen)
The youth how to be a real emcee in the booth(chikah)
And not the same watered down sound with Auto-Tune(errrrrr)
I've had
Ik weet ook dat het leven soms gevaarlijk is
Shit draai me eigen tunes op me begrafenis
Misschien is het wel te laat nu
Ik wil je niet meer aan me zij
of the hate that I get
Takes a bit of patience to pace it correct
But the waves don't break when I aim for the neck
But I'll keep it PG for the CD tunes
Read me
chopper gon' bang
Brand new chopper with auto-tune, lettin' it sing
Feel like I'm Jesus, I'm walkin' on water
My girl look batty, she might be your
afford to be wrong
Not a dollar in my pocket but I'm moving along
I started off modest now I'm groovin' to the tune of the song
Scars provin' I can do it,
d'secours quand t'évoques les tunes
Pas d'détours donc pas d'amertume
Le sang s'écoule et les sous circulent
Le sable s'écoule et les sommes s'écument
Pas-pas
with the crew
Stacking tunes, smacking goons, slapping poon
You can push the line to find me
I smoke kush it's kinda blinding
On your tushy I am
pooon call eh Torborgee
Busy Boday walkaboa child can't see dea ma grave
Everyday she outside
Whole day she geh new lashes
Don't tune I ley same Saka
play please don't knock me out of tune
Can you please, can you please not box me in a room
Cause I just wanna fly so, can you please not kill my high
Can
enemies
Friendlies beggin' to keep hearing these
Tunes and our views gonna turn to bees
Swarming, they're forming like perfectly, and it's only
First
wicked ass tunes
35 phillies in my backpack too
backtrack to,
previous mindsets
just for the onset
of, something new
give a fuck about features,
ain't get cold
Nigga, get my tunes to that nigga Draco
I ain't cappin' I got the real nigga package
GTA I used to collect rampages
My shii too real
could’ve gone without
On the edge of my bloom
I guess I never though it out
I’m doubting ever calling out
Another day another tune
I know that I’ve got
room I'm famous in tune with greatness
shoot like an uzi uzi uzi uzi for who is hating got bars still
looking like stars here know us in Btown up
Whataya want?
Whataya know?
What if I said, c'mon let's go?
Lookin' so hot
Lookin' so fine
Why do I ask?
'Cause you're not yet mine
Strumming a tune
I couldn't tune it now my whole life going stupid
And I wish could've found a way to prove it
I was very stubborn but you found a way to move me
We
is covered if I signed her tits
I’m like nah
Okay where’s your pen
Everything real never selling out
Check iTunes oh we selling now
What the fuck can
apne peeth pe pat, tune kuch naa ukhada tera flow bhi wack,
Le maar (Lamar) tere haath pair jitne tu chaahe, hai naa kahi tu Kendrick naa Big tu Shaq,
brothers Jay and Saint they keep me on my ps and qs
Sawce told me tune the haters out you do what you gotta do
Rick showed me the path and said this what
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