Lyrics:
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
there for good luck, and listen up
The following was all said by
Jesus Christ at some point:
I was drivin' down the street
When the police came to me
on the scene
a intense gun battle between police and known drug dealers
from both the local area and New York City
The shooting's been ongoing since early
and fly to the moon
I always gonna be me, you gonna be you
[Chorus]
Can't let life pass me by (uh ha)
I can make it if I try (uh ha)
But I gotta keep my
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
with those niggas
Because those niggas’ not my niggas!
Yo, haha
Twinnies’ got my block popping (a huh)
Album's got my stock rising
Before police state,
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
on the truck buck
Still gotta be flashed to the mine walls
Red button is on, that’s emergency
Police pull over, paid by cheque, middle figure up
Believe its
I'm still caught in the wheel
Luxury car livin', I'm island hoppin', the album's droppin'
D'ussé, champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Processin'
sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slant-eyed lady by the light of an eastern moon
Shanghai lil never used the pill, she claimed that it
Used to move two a day
Talking about fluently
Break down into little pieces like when your tooth decay
So I wrote an album about how I used to be wild'n
the steps up
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's
Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"
gettin high the sucker niggas they gettin by
da police they couldn't identify
We on the other side of the moon...
niggas be talkin just like a coon
you
get chased by feds
Everybody in the car better know
That I'm failing to stop
'Cause like Luis Suárez
These police love taking a shot
But an enemy
The song is cringe
It's no surprise it's the only one on the album
With no co-writing credit
No one else wanted to be associated with it
It's not
Scars on my wrist and it tell a story
Don’t know where I’m from, word to my homies
Flows off chains wanna call the police
Hit her form the back then I
heard the crowd singin' out of tune
As they sat and sang auld lang syne by the light
Of the moon
I heard the preacher bangin' on the drums
And I heard
concert and rebellion
The incident was allegedly sparked by police officers trying
To shut down a reportedly peaceful concert by hip hop artists
As shadows danced across a screen as quiet as the moon
Without sound if you're resignifying all things
The whole town was alive that night as we floated
singin' out of tune
As they sat and sang auld lang syne by the light
Of the moon
I heard the preacher bangin' on the drums
And I heard the police playin'
I swim to your heart
Im booted and zooted when I'm off a bar
I'm lost in confusion surrounded by stars
And off to the moon we can come back tomorrow
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
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