Lyrics:
the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem
Ok ok, ey yo David, turn up my mic a little bit man!
Yeah!
I've been wasting time
Following the crowds I was meant to fly
I, I've been on the climb
a suit and It's bluish
And he always stack breesh like he jewish
Most of your favorite rappers you listen to I influenced
Album mode they keep saying I'm
Rotations got my heart blazing
Dressed in all black like I'm Jason Statham
Psalm 13 got me feeling David
Forsaken, losing my patience
Gotta spice it
of the bando
Definitely, I don’t even copy ninguem i’m just
fighting to hit by Myself
To Rule the world, rolling Like a Skrt with my All
DR3AMERS to be
Never give up
This is just the prelude this is just a preview
Album on the way
Biggest critic and its part 2
Keep it in drive please don't let nobody
an artist from the Fens, this shit's like David & Goliath
Begged for peace and I got war, I'm sick of fighting bro, I'm tired
I need heavy chains, I got my
hot, fit jak prodavačka z Tesca (Fuj)
Myslim, že by měla jít do píči ještě dneska (Ayy, ayy, zmiz)
Můžou hulit dick, píčo, vyhul mě, jsem big (Hehe)
on my Michael Jackson now
David Ruffin shit, without the powder
Ain't nobody come to see you Kace it's Clint right now
I got a itch right now, a chip
rough tone spills the sanity (sanity)
Albums are mean, how can they be? (can they be?)
Your conspiracy theory's trajectory (woah)
Is aimed at my dick,
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
in memory cause real rap it is not
So they can stay away and live a couple more days
And create a new album that's inspiring when it plays
In so many
Nothing else she was treated sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this
treated sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this pain
No Morgan
'ne Kombo, so wie Tong Po
Ich mach' Frontload (ey) wie Jean-Claude (ey)
Bloodsport, dein Blut färbt den Beton rot
Yeah, mein Album wie Donnerschlag
Got surprise and a fan base get fame
When I'm tryin' on a part you move a hand shake
Can't wait til my album drop
I'ma cop the money call a super
can take the blame
Ima grab him by the horns and spit up in his face
Tell him I'm creating magic like I'm David Blaine
Like I am number one and you
na predok auta
Vraj sa mu nový album páči
Tak že stiahne ho zajtra
Ďalšej autogram na cecok, ma asi 12
Mala by ta stiahnuť domov za vlasy mama
Keď idem
I really be trying, My life feel like I live alone on an island, Im David to these giants, bears, tigers, and lions, The struggle made me defiant, I
na predok auta, vraj sa mu novy album paci tak ze stiahne ho zajtra
Dalsej autogram na cecok, ma asi 12, mala by ta stiahnut domov za vlasy mama
Ked
David Blaine with ya ride
Round the time where Damon Wayans was Major Payne
And staying off Northborough, it wasn't the safest thang
Scrappin change,
finally breaking out this shell
Sometimes I don't feel right so I just ride by myself
Imma work it out but first I gotta figure out the problem
Quit asking
Kings they find them and hide them in the asylum in the catacomb modern day of Rome
Daughter of sodom when I turn in this album they want to try on my
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