Lyrics:
Every song I write
Is either violent or depressive
I'm crying or I'm aggressive
I'm making a bad impression
Don't mention its my obsession
took some time to embrace my bloodline
And I can only hope to leave
As great impression as my parents have left on me
It took some time to embrace my
scarred your flesh
With another man's work carved in your chest
Whole life documented in rhyme
Impression is mine, embedded in time
With the venemous
to catch you in the corner of my eye
I know you're gonna darken up my door
Well I got that old time feeling babe
Well it still ain't passed me by
Well
Married to the game, somebody throw rice, broke night
Got my dough right with the white boy like I'm Old Trice
Soul pipe my whole life, kill a man for
in time
Here’s your chance, chance to dance at an old school party
Young or old let it go shake or just start steppin’
Join the show before you know
the gut-wound of simpler times
back in the discos of yore before the archduke François Kevorkian died
it won’t be long now ’til Vincent’s old body - like
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
palms would cake up
Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup
Before the time she makes love, to someone that I thought was, my homeboy
But
me
That he really wants me
But i've done seen it, heard it all before
Same old impressions
When they selling the same story
You just gotta show me
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
First impressions
First impression woah
Old saying goes first impression your best impression
But like pregnancy test to get results it might take
Chemistry black soul, old gold complexion
I hold the future lessons, blessings, shoot you with the weapon step in
With the shilla God, the impression is
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
My old my old my old my old heartbeat
That old ticker led me straight to you
No idea what Saint John meant by Christian ways
So how it beats
and the lights were low
He said "it's time to play the scene"
"But it's time to drink my Ovaltine"
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
on by
Yet I always find myself back in time
Way back to sleeping piles on the floor
Just two little girls staying up past four
Dreaming of the endless
Moving on to the next step in life but my mind will bring me back down
An amazing mess or a maze in distress I can't help it but drown
I see my old
Give me a minute with my rusty old guitar
Before I leave it
I'm gonna throw everything I got
Give me a minute with my rusty old guitar
But time to time
I
irrational
It’s irresponsible
It’s impossible
It’s all that I have
It’s all that I feel
It’s what I know
My impression of you
Sorrow in the mind
Torn by
Sat by the kitchen door
Of a quaint old fashioned house built long ago
The little lass grew restless
As on the evening wore
For she felt the time was
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