Lyrics:
Let's begin this session by talking bout the oppression that the foreigners face
Yeah we ain't catching no break, and they spit on our face
Say we
fanciulla del west" by the composer Giacomo Puccini.
set in the American West, very original for the setting and context and one of the great
Puccini's
for unspoken songs
These days when the hours pass quickly by
I feel like nothing has meaning to me but the goodbye
Sometimes when I am asleep in
mentálne celkom treťohory
To čo si hocikto nedovolí
Bez nás toho veľa nebolo by
Nosíme radosť jak serotonín
Tento album je smutný plný sračiek (Úplne)
Jak
cannot deny
Baby girl would you be mine
Call me one time and I'll be by your side
Spending and chopping all this by the side
Call me a foreigner, I'll be
Digital Album
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Compact Disc with 2 panel insert. All artwork by Fleeting Joys.
Also includes immediate download
Nigga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, nigga
Mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on niggas without an album
jestem w powietrzu dziś flyy
Jutro będziemy się śmiać i wspominać
Każdy z nas przyniesie album pełen zdjęć
Powiem ci wtedy że czas szybko mija
Zbyt szybko
Sleep Song
Music & Lyrics by Robert Porembski
Close your eyes and sleep awhile
And don’t you worry
Ah, there’s no hurry
And we’ve got no place to go
Texting me "I love you" as you were getting digged down by and old flame
At least you asked first when you preferred to win home games
Fuck it I'll let
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
By the trainstop doing immigrant things
Gå o klipp geri för hafla, brush
Now that right there is some immigrant slang
Ask my whole immigrant click
Cops
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
lights oh it hurts the most at night
I'm losing you
Losing you
Losing you
If I have my own album by the age twenty three
And my music takes me
and the cameras get to snapping
And they try to make you out as a lie
Symbolic because you were just trying to please them
by using logic and reason
It's a lose
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
It happened
Those college days just passed me by, I watched my friends get high
Cannot peace out and say goodbye, I asked my mother why
Can I stay
I cry when I listen to your album
With a heavy heart, and heavy soul
It reminds that at times we all get lonesome
We don't know where we want to go
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark
We used to wear cross
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
a couple books by Donald Goins
Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
My bank account
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