Lyrics:
Did you say that I've got a lot to learn?
Well, don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Teach me tonight
in session
Word
Yo
They told me can skip a lessons if you're missing my lines
I'm wishing my rhymes will unify the world in time
I'm not Nas, Lupe, nor
The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Spent ten hours on this
run that party, not the the NDP
I'm playing NPG, Prince and 10cc
They say the kids got balls by the plenty, B
Sax like Kenny G, any key
Kings like Akeem
someone else
I'm not sure that the folks will understand
But somewhere down the highway we can think of something
Forever with us in it, just can't wait
Though it's me that's on fire not this cigarette
I was stabbed in the back by that young suffragette
And what do I care if she leaves me alone?
If I
This next song is just as old as Henrik
It's nineteen years old
We actually recorded a live version in France of this song
An acoustic live
the session's opened up
Pockets mean like Tic Tac
Girl come and treat she be freaky deep
Choppin' in them cars while you
Riding on the bus i'm Chief Keef shawty
wanted everyone in verts and Rovers
Now I really see and I got everyone convertin' over
Studio, I'm standin' at the microphone 'til the session over
I'm up every morning by six knowing I could have slept until ten
But I like to bring him his coffee and wake him with a warm kiss or two
Start his
me up, yeah, keep me up
Don't wanna beat me up, yeah, beat me up
We comin' down swervin'
This the real, not a version
Even Jesus ain't marry
this man a rifle, suit me up in camouflage
I salute the hand of Sarge; he is not a man in charge
I'm fightin' this war, don't know who I'm fightin' it
I'm all alone
By the phone
In the zone
Face the storm
Wonderin', if you ever comin' home
I try to run the streets and play
But that feelin' just
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
like a ration
I'm sockin' niggas in their goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 Gs, counting
yeah sure, you right
I'm keeping it tight like in that pocket
Like that '95 Roots Datskat Skibidi-hoop-bop-bop-bop-da-bop, stay with the gat
So don't
the smoke clouds (yeah)
Dayv droppin' gems and I stay away from clowns
And I'm really him, I'm in the field, not outta bounds
Chances looking slim whenever
Did you say that I've got a lot to learn?
Well, don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Teach me tonight
I love the Private Club
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Louboutin, she want Christian Louboutins
Bad bitch, wanna hit the movies, huh?
X pill
black chuck's
Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
'Cause n****s be foul and bitten other
called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan
a plan, not to work for uncle sam
A hood, a hoodlum mack
In fact, a male version of a female mack
He has money and everything
That comes with it a PYT playa
am Nice
Yeah I’m nice with Christ
Who saved my life
Paid the price
To open my eyes
So I decide
To drop my pride
By His stripes
I am Nice with
YOUR LOVE JUST LIKE c DRUG (YOUR LOVE JUST LIKE c DRUG) --X2
(YOUR cLL I'M THINKING OF)
I CcN'T HELP IT cND I WcNT IT cND I NEED IT IN MY LIFE I
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