Lyrics:
Hey baby, it ain't that late
We can get breakfast if you stay awake
We got your daddy's credit card
C'mon let's get high
Don't give up now, for
different so I had to go inside Meijers
Scratch the numbers off a real credit card with card pliers
Broke nigga on the side of the road tryna panhandle
stumped by the simplest questions
And everything they think is deception as they sink in depression
No telling where our life's headed, I'm light-headed
right round
Then you start bringing up other shit, start calling me by my government
Somehow you're right and I'm wrong and emotions are running in
If
game
So I know what's up when I meet 'em (yeah)
Young nigga I used to jump the train
And we used to pump by the cleaners (yeah)
My dream was to get
I was ashamed of
Running out of money if that?s what it takes
And I get the credit for the rookie mistakes
And he just stands by and he makes me cry
The lights come up, the show is over
The theater empties as the credits roll by
This house is cold, the song is fading
I sit alone as curtains
fucking mind
Wishing I was closer to ending this
And not a, not a day goes by where I don't see
Numbers going up and credit scores follow me
Haunting
rappers for the fuck of it
Live by the mantra: live live, die never so
In other words, the real legacy breathes forever
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
dans le sable
(?), soit prêt à faire tes aveux, le flow est impérissable
Ici on t'allume et t'éteint
Juste la street par manque de crédit, p'tites
high von dem Jibbit
Willst du Streit mit der Clique, nach 'nem Drive-by ist finish
Life is a bitch, einfach weiter und fick es
Survival
shrinking
I know, it must hurt your feelings
But these streets were built by my brothers
my sisters, dads and mothers
Keep it alive, don't extort souls for
(Intro)
You know, the funny part is
I don't normally name these shits until I'm turning in the credits
It's that season
Yo Yo, V Don
Put the music
myślą, że to wilczy apetyt
Ja jestem najedzony, choć biorę wiedzę na zeszyt
Nie muszę nic oddawać, bo liczy się tu street credit
Czułem, że muszę dziś
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
(Bongo by the way)
Tell me where you slept last night?
Maybe I'm just trippin' but my gut and intuition
Got me
to Ojuelegba
When we converge in the go slow
Put down your window so we can relate
Start the business of the day
Credit gala cd buy what you may
And if we play
getting by the Rand
I just been wilding I got the juice
And I I ain't even tryna share
Man fuck was you thinking
Kuthi u-blind noba
Mina ngithanda ama extra
to be born by me testing my ability to respond
To what comes my responsibility
Yea
I did rights and wrongs and I did them on my own and it's clear to me
I lost a red sea shell
On the boardwalk by the Ferris Wheel,
Went to the bottom of the Atlantic ocean,
And I didn't come up for six years,
but I've
I pay for my bliss, in self-loathing emptiness
In alienation, in loneliness
I pay in bewildered stares, in lovers without a care
I pay in credit
triggaz ain’t got no heart my nigga. N I’m jus playing my part by winning, no lack,even gotta watch the heart of these women, cuz the world ain’t safe, when
lets just do it
Credits:
Produced By Wayne Marshall DS Gryme
Lyrics - Wayne Marshall
Composer - Wayne Marshall DS Gryme Adrian McKenzie
Yourself By Means Of Us
There's No Quote Unquote
You're Creating This Note
All Your Experiences
Derived From Your Senses
The Tool Of Art Can Only Take You
drużynie drużyna
Nadawać musisz na jednej fali by móc wygrywać
Mówili tak jedziesz małolat
Mówili tak dobra ta zwrota
Szacunek to nie towar liczy się wartość
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