Lyrics:
about me by a
Interview and a fucking test score
I'll ask you once again
What's the point in acting the
Same way as others
I think you don't know,
the nest, wind in my chest
I had to make the news let's go
My mama used to pray for this in pews
Churches full of liars
I be preachin' in my interviews
Street
a
Disaster outta Lancaster, p
Inspired by the Germans and
Their chocolate making machinery
He invented milk chocolate or stole
It from the Swiss, that's
Than a dyke's vagina?
Is he Spose? Higher than Spock
Blunts in the blizzard while I'm
Whippin' by the cops
Lyrical loogies that I hawk non-stop
Then I
much is true
Oh, and I know you feel it too
This-
Call me on your silly phone
Before it's way too late
We'll be hanging by the beach
Soaking up
(Voici une interview rare de Bruce Lee)
Je m'appelle Bruce Lee, maître hokuto multilame et deux fois millénaire
Et voici mon élève ultime,
I was drained by the open market
And decaying in my old apartment
Things were great but i failed regardless
I can't explain it
There's nobody around
disinclude and no I'm not dissing you
But in the interview, I clearly said I don't remember you, lil nigga
You ain't nothing but a lil nigga
Just me and my
pas en voir un seul qui contracte"
Ce jour où j'ai choisi de changer de programme
Et carrément d'mettre ma télé en stand-by
Le jour où j'ai vu qu'à
you find that you were looking for?
Your mother called a hardware
Set you up an interview
An answer to an ad
The bosses' daughter still remembers
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever meet
I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never
slow
I like to gain mo', mental men blow
I know by the symptoms, the system is malfunctioned
But, how can you function without any plan
to put it in your
day and fuckin' interview me
Do I really have props?
Is it really that stable
when they ask me to freestyle when I walk up into labels?
When they take
to make money by selling the drugs
pimpin these women fill it up with slugs uh!
never be caught slipping and doging away from these cops
knowing the back
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever meet
shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole
on that (bow)
The gang bring that wap, bring cash back
In the T house, make racks (that's racks)
Suttin' got hit by the gun
And now the whole block love
Obudził mnie ostatni gwizdek
Pobudka o kurka powtórka znowu kimałem w lumpach
Za pół h ósma dziś mam job interview
Nie pozwalają ziółka a więc Adi
coming
And till then you'll have to guess!
Suffice to say you'll meet today
The little lost princess!
Did she arrive by train?
I heard she may
girl, tonight enjoy this wine
Tonight enjoy my time, aye baby I'm so into you
I eat the world, like dinner food- I mention you in interviews
Oh
go
En we hebben alles in check
Jullie zijn tragikomisch als interviews met DMX
We hebben niets met DJ Khaled maar gappie
We the best
Irie en
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