Lyrics:
really painful but I'm over that
I drip on drip like Fiji
I too like faaji soft life living
These racks keeps coming by all means
Selling Molly right in
A piece of me is half of this paper
You mother fuckers buggin' over shit that I say but
Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger
When I'm bitchin'
the right lyrics. The right title of the song is, “Looking For A Little
Sweetie”. Rudy Vallee stole the number, and ‘cause it wasn't copyrighted,
during
should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can
gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
think of any lyrics
No I never wrote the lyrics
So I'll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child
You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
money merely talking over drums
Just to sell ah single album got me sweating by the gallons
As I got my eyes on being next wit ah razor sharp talent
As I
eternity my spirit's linked
To these lyrics that I create
For people to hear and think
And it never dissolves
Long after it is gone still the memory calls
the iPhone
I could do this with my eyes closed
I could never be humble
Like Kendrick man he never stumbles
I be fumbling and mumbling over my words
The way he
vicious
My words will keep you in stitches
Youll be pulling them out
Like damn now im supersticious
Wheres the lyrics yea wheres the music
You must not
the Audience
You lose one dream, even over Interest you a coward
You can't even lead a nation to The winning tower
With the flowers that was gifted By the newly
[Hook]
Lately I been writing like there's something to prove,
Took a glance up from my lyrics and saw nothing to lose,
If I satisfy your loving for
the spirit,
penstroking the lyric makes me wanna be a better man)
tryna get over myself coz I get nervous when I see you
couldn't find the language and I'm
we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's,
against the corrupt
Force feeding garbage just to earn a buck
They're out of luck with their whack songs
Lyrics so trash
Selling music crack to the masses
could be over with, s**t
I don't do this for leisure
Leave your mind having seizures
Addicted to lyrics again screaming Jesus
Lord forgive me for that
Games
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
Crowd when the crisis is over disperses
Am I the odd one out cause I walk by
Cause I walk by
If it was me on the stretcher I wouldn't want your eyes on me
all over
It's all over
It's all over
Tonight leave out the crib with the Gucci prize
Christian Dior boots, Fendi life
Then be my girls roll up in
the gains over my pains
I never want my kid, kids feels the same
I barely sleep have been over thinking
With all the prayer she did
Momma am sorry I don't
it
[ VERSE 2 ]
You see, the book of life has flipped so many pages
The styles have changed over ages and ages
If it don't get better, then I suppose
dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being
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