Lyrics:
many artists that have a bad first album, but their next one gets better. I hope this happened for me.
All my broken dreams hanging by a noose
Just
your freewill, you'll pay
A puppet adorned by string
Subservient to every order
the Shú-nagua takes place.
It's leading you home to kill them
It's
real life is just in another form
Kiss of death, its about to be another storm I'm a goddamn raging bull
Stay outta jail by just telling myself the cage
you on a deeper level
Cherish it
Cause by the time you get this Album, I don't know what the future has in stored for me
But I pray I'm still around
The album's over
But don't pick another
It's still ringing in our ears
Let's just sit in peaceful silence
For a couple minutes
Couple hours, couple
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY
This album's gonna slay bitches faster than COVID-19. I can barely comprehend it - and I made it.
I urge the cmerican people to unite around this record
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
Wa-ves, you say waves, I say wa-ves, you feel me?
Kaepernick, waddup?
I knew they was gonna do that to you
But it's all good, though
You gotta'
watching friends again PLEASE
stream every album out by john lee hooker
watch TJ Hooker or Booker, play snooker
just don't htink about monica's
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
think
If I keep goin' at this rate
I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep
I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with
the system kill me?
If I drop this album and it sells
And the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight
and do it
That's why he like
That's why he call his album fruit music
on you, let me count on you
What will happen when your parents buy a
Copy of this album and they
Put it on at home and the
Last track is just like- i doubt
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
And you know it's like
Me making this album
It was just me, like
Tryna escape the box that I was in at the time as much as possible
You know, so
We're backstage in London today
Look who stopped by
It's only Waterparks
How are you guys?
It's me!
(Oh my God, yeah)
I don't tell you how
a whole song on my album
I mean it'll just be fun, it won't make that cut of the album, you know
Let's just go for it
I mean, I don't really know what
on the dashboard
Leaning towards my shoulder
We don't have to be anywhere until the night is over
So why don't we insert the disc
And dance to it like it's lit
I can
This is my first song
I don't know what to call it
This is my first song
Crap in out of lyrics
This is my first song
I spend more time on the album art
Motherfucker, when it's time to splatter your mask I burst your kidneys
So go head and get your sons on me
Like I give a fuck, like I'm givin' up I got four
only gets harder when it's over
It's never too late to fix it all
Day by day we go out
See what it's all about
Ocean child, you were
Underwater is
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