Lyrics:
create magic that can't be sold
Expressing our love for rap's pure gold
My lyrics paint pictures brighter than sunshine rays
Transporting listeners
Rap God
I'm about to give Latto a feature on this Benzino Diss
On God
No neck plus not smart
Just a Ray Dog
Not even a Snoop Dogg
Dog, you probably
Rap God
I'm about to give Latto a feature on this Benzino Diss
On God
No neck plus not smart
Just a Ray Dog
Not even a Snoop Dogg
Dog, you probably
belt
Lost all the heart i had and ended up all by myself
I try to be a goodfella like I'm Ray Liotta
I try to quit my drinking but they just don’t like
shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic
[Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson]
[Music by Christofer Johnsson]
[Solo soprano:]
Sunshine hides behind a cloud
[Bass/Tenor:]
Eiwar!
[Solo soprano:]
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I spy but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she
pouring these lyrics
Yea who's the top twenty five in your opinion
New and old millenniums went gold iridium behold the lineage
Teamed with Matt to complete
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic
shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic
you doing and just like that
Things will happen for you, keep shining them rays
It's bright enough to spread grace over a million graves
Over
being normal
And I just bought a new ray-gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like
The irony, of the youth
With advancement on the truth
Can take a glance at something
And not see the proof
It's Like ray charles optics
Replaced with
The irony, of the youth
With advancement on the truth
Can take a glance at something
And not see the proof
It's Like ray charles optics
Replaced with
to me
The irony, of the youth
With advancement on the truth
Can take a glance at something
And not see the proof
It's Like ray charles optics
blinded by false hope
(Chorus) (x2)
Check check it, then I gets down
The beat got me moving got me up and grooving around
Check check it, then I gets down
ISRC: QZESK1900054 Copyright 1985, 2016 Lyrics and Music by Thomas Kurtz (ASCAP 4732692 / IPI 818383223) ISWC: T9216757834 Friends to the End Music
together then you tore it at the seam
Now I do things all by myself
Been working hard tryna fix my mental health
Writing fire bars, driving fancy cars
By the time you hear the record checking in at Turks and Caicos
Wheel of Fortune winnings, Punta Cana spinning pesos
Pro Progress, no I'm no novice
Slept on shades on
Can't see none of these haters
With my Ray bans with a apron in the kitchen
Chefing food for thought for my inner raekwon
a godsend
I feel like a God
Who knows if I am
I feel like a God
Another descent
I feel like a God
But I was judged by him
Years put in here (endless tears)
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
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