Lyrics:
grow out of it by the day
And nowadays I keep skipping that song like I ain't even make it
A couple demos wasted cool
Got that out the way and like that
I see im stronger than even i realize
I did this myself
By myself and i felt pain from physical to heart break
U know that shit that
Make u think
I was 18, first time I ever rapped
I was saying back then I'd put my city on the map
What the fuck is hip-hop? I didn't even know
Wanna make shit
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
I'd just use a rope
Or a noose of some kind, no matter what i'll be choking
Out of breath now, just like my last album
What's the point of finding ways
these beats and bars
And even then, swear to God, I'd give my freakin' heart to you
And bend it backwards so you see the scars
That I have gotten from
Even when I was 2 I knew I'd be something.
I thank God because without him none of this would be.
When I was 8 I was on my "Worst Behavior."
By the time
the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you
large checks
Casue we skiddly-dip-dip-do-dep dip dip for effects
Brothers think I'm dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album
I owe you two
I woulda smacked you wit' da burner
But I know you'd sue, and I ain't talkin' to him
I'm talkin' to you
Matter of fact, I'm talkin'
that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass
the day
But by the night I'd need two AKs
A couple of sets of extra clips
And some ham sandwiches
The po-pos know me
And their used to my shananagans
I run
like me
Is it fair to say that I am stressing out?
I'm stationed in Iraq and they won't let me out
My homeys said I was stupid for even joining
My
crimes
And we both liked American rap rhymes
Even though we didn't understand one line
If you remember my line of notes in my last album
I talked about
If, If you are listening to the new Z-trip album on Hollywood Records, We're here we're being silly, we got supernatural, Z-trip. I'm Murs and I like
Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth
Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still
Since them and mixtapes
Knew I'd become a professor long as
The lungs in my chest work
I do this to breathe so don't
Ever ask me how come
Shit, that
다 계산해 아직 못한 pay back
높이 쌓아야 해 cheese 백배로
무대로 버는 앨범은 zero 새로 계획 세워
Pedal to the metal 또 이제로
만들어 나의 season 겹친
C-O-V-I-D 19 좁아 설자리
So fuck
hoping that you trap
I'm just hoping you try to try me
Get drag around by your suit tie
You can catch me in the foreign city
Where they don't even know I
even got to buy you stuff
I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side
I don't take that shit for granted, let me tell you why, hold up
People
fat lies
Now I stay up inside and get mad high, let that childlike mind just pass me right by
I would wake up every morning, Mom would drive me
I’ve just been playing for keeps
Staying silent not making a peep
Thinking I’ve changed just wait for the albums release
You don’t know shit about me
Uh,
the only one
Caroline flack pushed to the edge cause what she’d done
Was blown out of proportion by the papers and the media
And we all hopped
transphobic, I hate him
And I hate his success
Let’s find another rapper to replace him
That’d be best
His album made billboard, dangit
I'm depressed tell
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