Lyrics:
This next song
Is actually an uptempo song off my new record "I Am"
I love the lyrics so much
I actually wanted to do an acoustic version for you
the plug right by the bed on the 101
101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga
the Classical Crossover genre.
The voice of the Tenor Nacho Bas, a reference in this trend, along with other arias, completes the album "Solare"
This version
Ayy come on JoJo
'Pac, hahaha
Yeah, that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
Yeah
You know what time it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, put your
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
(Hit-Boy)
A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas
I turned blocks to beaches
By the time you see us, we just turned tides even
Cuban chain,
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
things
Anyway, this is the title track from the album and, um
And it doesn't sound like this in the record
But you know that's fine
Multiple versions
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
Now, Big Sean, he's going too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eating out my palm
Every
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
(Hello,
come in my home. Another lesson, this is all I know
And I'm right here, baby, if you fall. Yeah, a thousand lies, I've heard them all before
JoJo
Our
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
girl I'm still fuckin' with ya
Damn, is it the fall, time for me to revisit the past
It's women to call, there's albums to drop
There's liquor
you ain't getting this type of dick from that local dude
And if you are I hope you have a good time
'Cause I'll definitely be having mine
(And you
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chill,
a VCR funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face dead memory waste
Kill me, kill everyone
You can let them all die
The only thing in this
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
think my times were free
All the ways you say to me
Sweet versions of lets wait and see
But you're always a golden boy
And I'm the girl that you enjoy
My
version 2]
I'm throwing life away, bag by bag
I'm throwing Life away, bag by bag
At the end of the day, I get to play
This game that I love, with people
different now, it's forced upon me
Different stances
I used to spend all my time conversing with you
But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting
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