Lyrics:
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
From the album non album tracks
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you
have at stake
Look at my daughter's face
"Mommy, something is wrong with dad I think
He's acting weird again, he's really beginning to scare me
Won't
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
[Nas]
The Firm, Trackmasters, Escobar, Allure Keep it raw!
A-yo the bridge keep rockin
we comin through bottles popin
Allure when your album
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
mgani via Paypal
Magne bari neyi thembayo
Ai thengi sa ini?
Si'bhemani
Green shandies that's Kwesta
Last album sounded like the best off
The best
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
age
When they stumble in your space, is to punch 'em in the face
The second thing I learned, I was in the second grade
Sliding onto second base, I
I'm lookin' through the face of God
I can't even begin to understand why I'm so odd
Did everythin' I could to fit in, man, I really tried, but was
Black holes and empty spaces
Pictures falling down the walls like souvenirs with sad faces
Silence is louder than playing calladita by bad bunny
I
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
the struggles people face while traveling for greener pastures.
It sheds light on the fear of the unknown as travelers move from village to village, cities
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
umm..goddamn... uh what the fuck, what time is it?
i swear i parked my car... shit
aye... light hit my face sun brought the heat
open my eyes see my
From the Album:
* Face it
The first time I laid my eyes on you
You happened to glance the other way
But by the look of your lazy smile
I knew I had
the worst shit
Everything and every motherfucker gets dealt with accordingly
Mark my words
See I remember on The Coming album
You know when there was only
gettin no higher? (Gettin' no higher)
I know you think that you've got it all (I know you think that you've got it all)
And by making other people feel
while everybody eyein'
Add to that a constant fear of dyin'
By gunshot wound, or other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
shining flashlights like where the weed at?
Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
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