Lyrics:
illuminated by a star
The only star so large many more
To make our largest star show small
Furthermore, the end is not the end no stop but a pause
And what
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
Overdu-Hello, and welcome to Some One Manatee Band, the first disc of The Backlog Trilogy, by Jub. I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my heart
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser
much more to do
And, Proof, I'm truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in two
The thought of no more me and you
You gave me shoes, Nikes like
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
To a place I can feel the abyss
Approaching like a woman
I'd only treat you unkind
I'll keep the ocean by my side
I'd only treat you unkind
I'll keep the ocean
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
they still let me hit it
When I need to
I be in the studio cooking everyday
Even on Sunday no chic fil a
So much heat I could drop
5 albums
3 EPS
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
Heart-broken she
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
A sleeping planet with a molten core
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
And much more
I'm a peasant in your princess arms
Penniless with only charm
your pockets have gone to waste
And I can tell by the way you lie there you're only a paper tiger.
No more early mornings as I gaze in Your eyes
No more
some influencers on TikTok, you bitch
I made a whole ass album, I worked hard on it
Fifteen tracks, we don't last fifteen seconds
We got A.D.D. and if
guy, who just slides, into any dame
You said you wanted Popeyes, but he brings you back chic fil a
Or leaves you all alone while you dancing by yourself
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
Fish aren't biting but I don't
Really care and don't hurry
Like that Wabash River there I'd be drinking
Or laying dead somewhere if it
Wasn't for
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