Lyrics:
where you've been sleeping
All our clothes are thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter's all run out
But there again it's nothing
You
the wall
Lesley's on the bed and she's tryna speak to the feds
She's deep in the stress and his meter's above her head
If anything, she couldn't even say
to me, me
People say "beware!"
But I don't care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me
I walk in a room, you know I look so proud
I'm
where you've been sleeping
All our clothes are thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter's all run out
But there again it's nothing
You
set my mind awake
Dare to take another look
If you say you will
If you could say you will
King of moon gloomy afternoon
Losing track of word and meter
meters
So far you strive mehn e sure you go make am
I swear no fear
Oya activate me
People dey underrate me
No need for calculating
My country depreciates
introduced me to heartbreak when I was young and I was innocent
Fuck what you're on bitch this the life that I'm living
The people used to call me wild so I'm
in I always drew outside the lines
Always had a smile til it turned to a frown cause people kept breaking me down
Violence surround me in every county
seater
Moving fast I think I seen a flash we ain't pay no meter
Rather rap than run, I'm on the mic fuck all them old sneakers
Fuck a price we catch em' by
doin too much
worried bout these hoes
boy you doin too much
Get back on the road
Boy you doing too much
Let these people try me
I can’t go for that
took
of the Blacksmith
Liberation clearly a classic
People want to live it up, what, what's your drug of choice?
What, what, give it up, what, let me hook it up
Over
the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road
It was a normal day
Well, I rung
which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road
It was a normal day
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned
For my people in the front (front)
In the nosebleed section (section)
This is for the heads that's loving the mix
My people in the front, all
and it's right off the meter
With a fist in the sky I'm a fly like an eagle
C'mon!
I'm plugged in the sound is connected
Rise up the crowd is electric
I won't ask a question, I'll state the truth
It's everything I know and all I do
There's people better off, they're just like you
But no one is
Trap out the Bentley, don't trap out no Regal
Geeked the fuck out, I don't know none of these people
Come out the sunroof and hit at his people
ruhrpott
Denn ich weiß nicht ob ihrs schon wisst
Jetzt ist Pottzeit s und p sind zurück
Jetzt ist Pottzeit manuel der people's champ
Jetzt ist Pottzeit
Ganz
been sleeping
All your clothes all thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter's all run out
But then again its nothing
You just split
been sleeping
All your clothes all thrown about
Cigarettes burn window sills
Your meter's all run out
But then again its nothing
You just split
Some people wanna ball, But I don't
Want shit at all, bills all blue baby
Only want you baby
Some people buy diamond things, but me I
Want
marathons, not a hundred-meter race
So, I'm here's for a while, and they can't catch-up to my pace
So, they calling me a real sicko, Ill negro
Still, people
very social he like to meet people
When I get to rapping bitch I can get lethal
Bitch I can go legal illegal don't need ya
I just copped a coupe and this
am doing my job
Niggas não levam chapadas, vocês caiem de chapa
Nada mais real que meter o teu bairro na tua capa
Perguntas pelo o meu novo LP, não te
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