Lyrics:
like some curry
Everything gon' be fine, so we never have to worry
I got Eli by my side, rhymes will turn you topsy-turvy
Pull up a seat and recline,
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
I woke up on this lonely shore
My muscles ached my head was sore
I've got no answer to explain
All of this misery that's plagued me
Can someone save
anyway
Knock niggas out the box all the time
Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (uh-huh)
(Yeah, motherfucker, straight up)
(I'll fuck
then
Find out what your gang ‘bout
I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely
I got that tech with that
Cooling system on me you think you want it
You
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically,
I get so lonely
Let's get away
A tropical island
Or Santro Pae
I close my eyes and you're someone else
On an island by myself
Margarita, oh so cute
stand to risk
Losing half of it
So now I'm stuck here by the phone
Maybe you got my number wrong?
Always looking for a way out
I don't want an island in
Jobbs
It cost him his health but it won't kill me
I'll be Young Forever because I
Got that BluePrint 3
Made by Hova, Marcy Projects
NYC birthplace of how
tell me are you a rapper or a mom from long island?
MTV much to my chagrin, is about as exciting as an ottoman.
I'll always call you out just like I
me
And I'm lonely
I would rather fall from grace completely, than let you change my mind
I would rather bet my life against the rising of the sun
"Today, my mother killed me"
If I'm alive by the time you find this, it's a miracle
What else can be said, a vision quest with infrared
I'm
style
dj jazzy jeff and the fresh prince about to break out
yo fella lets go to the island
go to the island
himminahumani
himinahumini
my dj go by
on a Tram over Roosevelt Island
You think that's spacey?
Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling
Existence on the fringes and such
My generation just
right, wrong
But I had to do it all just so I could write this song
I spit knowledge like the listener is my only son
And grip the mic like I'm at war
I just spent 1k for this drip on me
Travel so much do it by my lonely
Been so many places that you can’t see
You can’t match me I travel Overseas
I
down South
Sayin rhymes and makin music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people how I began
It started when I'm livin in Long Is-land
Hey when I
if Malcolm was silent?
What if Martin was violent?
What if you could really "sneak an uzi on the island"?
Yeah
What if I made you kiss the nina?
my eyes
Islands of light guide you tonight
Here the trees are made of smoke – the wind hears when they fall
Ice drips like an angel's eye, tears make
The fuck y'all thinkin?
This is Lonely Island!
Oh cause we got a little paper now?
And you see us on the TV
You think we don't do fart jokes no more?
We were
the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
faded for paper and sharing some bad advice
I toss my life, regrets to the air like dice
Pound pavement, I aiming to faded to get by
Six puppets tryna
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
nose?
And holds mics like he knows karate body blows?
Nobody knows
The trouble I see
From the MPV fly dirty tailin' the eye bubble eye thirty
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