Lyrics:
[Verse]
Darling you blow my mind away
Just by being you each day
Sunshine in your eyes so clear
Makes all my worries disappear
[Verse 2]
Every laugh
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo and the Pound, we don't fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down,
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo and the Pound, we don't fuck around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down,
you really blow my mind freak, come on
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggas throw the dick well
Everybody get their condoms,
number one
The centipede, trouble some
Send 'em all to Kingdom Come
Sun still shine one
Time for your crooked mind
Drunk off of cheap
Cradled by thoughts of optimism
With a scoop of love
And a pinch to ask
"Is this real?"
As years come things will get simple
For now follow hunches
Yeh it's fine by me
You're astronomically fine
And it's Fine by me
Yeh it's fine by me
Verse2. She's the real deal, she the prototype
She all about
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
I can not be sad all the time
I just have to laugh sometimes
Then I'll be playing an album
Improvisation by Hans Alfredsson
Claiming to be
Isn't it strange how dreams can seem so real
I shiver too much, I wait too much, I
My struggle is my shame, I can't let go
I'm looking for a simple state
with Drake so we could fix the madness
Time for the real niggas just to really cash in
Murals of Machiavelli, wealthy my mind states
Everyday the net
It's time to compress
My first album
Hopefully they see the real me
Call me cocky
But I never like what I do
Judging me
What does that say about you
Done
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
I was never just a simple man
Just wore the costume like some body armor
Sick of the damn lies, not living my best life
Y'all been getting misled by
on airplanes
I'm so surprised
I just learned it's simple
Nothing is a symbol in real life
I swear I'm fine and smile
I wanna spin you by the fridge
Hold up, what's real as this?
Feelin' myself, who ill as this?
Mastered the flow from the east to the west
But right now I'm wondering how trill is this
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
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