Lyrics:
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm
the gardeners
I'm going back homeboy if you pardon this
Going back back tonight
I'm going back so I write the right
If you love me put your hands in the air
Put
cND I NEED TO WRITE
I don't ever use words I rhyme with cos I'm a soft crack in the egg of space
In the nest of time
I need you, Ieave you, everytime
Your mother, you fuckin' faggot
Ayo, this next song
Is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody
Rest in peace, we ain't forget about you
You
Hand on my heart while i'm drivin the boat
Steering the sheep while i'm guided by G.O.A.Ts
Nas gave me the power with what he had written
4th song down,
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song
the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song
and the whole republican crew
And the democratic
Get the automatic
Had it with red, white, and blue
And do's and don'ts
I'm breaking all the rules of chasin'
Hello, aye Finney, what up pimp,
Say mane I’m feeling good than a bitch let’s get on another song together,
Where you at fool, I’m at the crib bro
what? ...received opinion and is loved and valued...
what? ...by the majority. What? What?
Conclusion
Look people, you heard it on the radio
I get...
You
watching now you know she wants to tie em' back up
Been spending most of all my days inside these white walls busy
Isolated animated write Walt Disney style
Death is coming to get you
It's mighty plain to see
With a handful of cocaine
And a long white limousine
He's got rings on his fingers
Knives on his
realm, no perpetrator
A society choose the elevator
Of success by identity cross-fader
Complex thinking they're really much greater
Plain raw, harness
I write these songs in black and white but they hearing them colors
Pour up that Hennessy and hypnotize me
You bring me reassurance when the world
be Lauren Hill
See y'all write songs to keep the lights on
I'ma go in Def Jam and turn the brights on
Man I'm just sayin
When I wanted to rap y'all
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
you schemin like a white rat
They gon try the flow but its a reason they can't write that
This aint from the dome, cause i bleedin on the mic stand
I
stomping ground
Well, it's plain to see you've forgotten me
Cause you never write or call
But I'll be around when they let you down
And I'll catch you
of the Oklahoma plains
And the white line of the highway in my rear view mirror
I feel fine I feel strong I feel young and I feel free
Out on the lonesome highway
I didn't choose to be a white boy
And so the story goes
I take no pride in the colour of my skin
What you are comes from within
Everybody has
here from Georgia
Everyone said I had talent I could write
Nashville's where the money is
They all said my songs are out of sight
So I caught a bus in
song spinnin', so I resort to this zone flippin'
Something must wrong with 'em, he takin' this shit for granted
Try to write up in the house with no
your eye's bruised
Easy murder a man
He's a good MC but he can't write tunes
Shouting like the mic ain't switched on
Is that him or Mr wong? You
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