Lyrics:
that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass
directing traffic
10 minutes go by
And neither of us
Speak or move
Caliente
The heat
Staring at one another
Through the tinted world of sunglass
threw off the chains so that I could keep stuntin'
Yeah
Turn on receipts but don't ever read em
I never reply, I'm busy competing
I play by the rules,
Ludacris (Skrt skrt skrt)
Ooh, we had to go harder
20 my brother, we stay by the martyr
That pussy go crazy
Got me a bed, and you thought that you
slurped up by a model ho
But I aint slipping I still got the strap behind the door yeah
You niggas really thought that I was done, wake up I pray and roll
Man fuck this shit I'm hurt and I got played by my friends
All these weights on my back, they took away my clarity
This album the result, of losing all
on my side
Bald head mean muggin' locs, 3-10, 6-5
Is my nigga Teebo, Big Ikey hittin' like a viking
Insane in the brain and can't wait to ride, see
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
until it's game over
When the odds against you
Stay sharp as ginsu
Check my credentials
Stay ten toes
You seen the things I've seen you would've been fold
Move at a pace that you can win dawg
Move at a pace that you can win dawg
They say what’s ya hottest album
Gave’em 10 dawg
Look
Smoking like a big
dark
He thought this girl was chic
Chours x2
You don't know where I go
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
the only girl I need I gotta have you back
Even though you turn my lungs black
Tell me where you've been jack
Uh, I know this shorty that go by the name
freedom is mine
(Freedom is mine!)
Fly high with a hawk eye vision
Fuck all my critics who'd thought I'd given up
(Vroom!)
Ride by, like a God I've risen up
gen rap pou devorem
Cliowen Prototype nou ta dwe ap bat pou’n pote kolye’m nigga
Difisil pou wè’m
M’kanpe an atis ak fozi yo
Tout track mwen pou album
Inner Demons
Inner Demons
Let me go
Let me go
Running through an empty head
All my other thoughts are dead
I'm sitting here in solitude
Trying
the gym She hitting me, gotta hit my mans
Bitch you thought I was feeling you? Bitch I was blem
Fuck hoes, by the ones Fuck how's by the tens.. Sinarita I
10 letters I wrote to you
I thought we could be two
And so did you
9 little thoughts that I thought were true
Drunk and alive what a mood
Thought I'd
I come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin' sack won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x
always smiled
Bad thoughts and hand me downs
Everybody gotta be looking, when I'm by myself
Ain't nobody even tried to help
Friends they left I tried
an album but I really hate recording
how much does my dream mean if it feels like Plan B
See, life gave me my lemons
But I can't make no queen B
Dollars in
that was something special
Age 6 catching blessings from my god Karma
Still wondering about that door i'm guessing
It was surrounded by flames
Give it a few tries
Nothing goes ridding its time
Kill all its bad dreams
Wander by no things
Circles and spirals in mind
I thought you knew I
this album like a meditation
But every step has seen me back up on the rack
And now I'm constantly corroded by my consternation
I contemplate if you can
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