Lyrics:
Twenty years old
It's just me
Twenty years old
It's just me
Don’t need no friends
It’s just me
I’m by myself
It’s just me
I’m too lit
It’s just me
Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer
Because I made rap something people wanted to hear
See before my reign it was the same old same
You took "the ba with the ba"
That's
Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer
Because I made rap something people wanted to hear
See before my reign it was the same old same
You took "the ba with the ba"
That's
Ain't gotta put a hand on 'em (Put a hand)
Ten toes, stand on 'em
Going up, won't land on 'em
Ain't keeping track of old
Friends, he went broke, they ran
me
niggas thinking I'm crazy but niggas aint got no answers
I'm black revolutionary killing niggas like cancer
king 8 one ocho peso bands by
switch it up
New grind had to switch it
New stance just to mix it up
Old friends lookin different
New bitch had to give her up
Had to switch up my bitches
lines like
there's no end
and I won't look for you in my room about my friends.
I checked themicrophones@hotmail.com like once a week.
I would drive out
friends wantin' the week to end
All of my all of my friends
All of my all of my friends
All of my all of my friends wantin' the week to end
Oooh saved by
them
Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag now I got ten of them
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
I
dyin', will I make it past thirty years old?
I can't run; I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done
What the fuck's the deal? I been doin' this here
dyin', will I make it past thirty years old?
I can't run; I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done
What the fuck's the deal? I been doin' this here
finish off a fifth, I don't see nothin' wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back, I don't see nothin' wrong
kid
I liked old rock songs and the pop'lar hits
There was a kid talkin' 'bout a choir they got
He said a lot of the spots were not locked because
you
I'm sorry dear old friend you was nothing but a sorry tool
You used me for my love and trust so now I gotta give you up
Yuh!
I just spent another
down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by
a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
and pound your chest
Now you're in the band!
Any old thing can make a sound
If you use it right, if you move it around
Look to the sky and look at the ground
I always wanted to be in a punk rock band
Then I saw all the people dancing, screaming
Came for the music, just saw chaos
And people way too young
When I was 16 years old
My friend's dad told me
That only degenerates go to nightclubs
I thought
So what?
What’s a degenerate?
That was the same
the time
I was paying my dues
Like an old blues singer
And I had no troubles then
But I had lots of friends
Friends they come and go
And sometimes
who wants her old man mourned in the street by a 2nd line band
Said she needs my help so she can spend more of her time with me
I know a girl outside
To see a couple old friends come up to me and talk
Class a little awkward, stare at the SmartBoard
Had to go and make new friends or I'll be bored
Met my
ain't harmin' Nas harmonized
Here's the break
I'mma translate lyrics so well
I excel, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
I got a case of vocal
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