Lyrics:
peel it back layer-by-layer
Yeah, DAYTONA
Album of the motherfuckin' year
And you talkin' 'bout you upset
Hahahahaha
Well I wanna see what it's like
of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side
Give me space, need a little break, always tryna wake up
Always at the edge, I confess I feel alone
Question those I love why they ain't quicken
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
but why I'm jumpin' on the beat then?
Never personal, it's business, that's the way I keep it
Hollered at my clergy, he love me like his own semen
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me
the grass
Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food
See the beauty in the mundane
Sometimes I see clear as crystals
Feel like Lou reed on a Sunday
Til its all falling
Like Hito Steryl
Horizon line I feel
Cause I ain’t rich enough yet man to say fuck it
You hear the emphasis on that yet
Cut me a check cause I saved y’all niggas necks, Wu-Tang
Throw some
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
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
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
Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse
Straight like that, why'all better tell 'em
I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their
why
I don't regret the ex I regret the outcome
It's hard to give a heart when you always lived without one
Hope 1 day I can find a you
Even though my
served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had
heart's the reason why there's no love in my eyes
I loved everything, her mind, her heart, what's in her thighs
She claimed to love a nigga too, I just
But something told me, write this down and just speak from the heart
It's been fourteen years since I found you all alone in the dark
But losing you
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
Dotting eyes in cross Tees, I'm a product of discontent
Thought I was prodigy while Holy Spirit was a resident, should be harmonious
But my hearts was weary
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