Lyrics:
Living in this world of social oppression
Early in my bittersweet youth
I always had a dream of starting a heavy metal band
I love this style, is
sway to the rhythm of a song
If heaven doesn't mind
Darling...will you be mine
Let the band set the mood
Smooth vocals with a jazzy tune
Your charm is
And when you get upset
You can spend your breath
Lookin' out the window waitin'
For her footsteps
And not a single dream goes by
Without the pretty little
too deep
They wanna hear how lit I am
Well, I hit a million streams in total
Paying my bills by usin' my vocals
I'm gettin' hoes and I'm not even social
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels yeah
Uh huh yeah
Spooky shit, nigga
Way too spooky, nigga, look
Hard work instead of talent
But I work harder than
got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (Condas)
I might piece him up and let my
straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.
Submitted by
ended him, silenced
Call up my niggas, I'm working till two
Told them slide by I'm fresh out the stu
The beat so hard, I turned burgundy blue
They said I
to those who did, that is just how I felt
Surrounded by sharks, but I still dive in
Just less people I confide in
Steven out Denver, Colin out Cali
I fucked
issuing the edict: “my eyes are up here” to him on a daily basis…the guitar solo & lead vocal were each one take. The drums, scratch vox & bass were tracked
People try to copy me, they starting to look like clones
Smelling good but way too good, you used way too much cologne
Tryna keep them by my side, I
see 'em as enemies
He say he tough, LOL, are you kidding me?
Retro Edison, the one with the remedy
(Let's go)
In the stu', Retro known to get vocal
Bet she gon' call papi
I can tell by the way she eye me
Oh mami don't u try me
Ain't no wanna hear no sorry yh
It's a Pablo thing
Can't fix a money
the boss, oh yes I am and my business high demand
Got one voice sound like a band, vocals leave you in a trance
Under any circumstance percussion make you
bands, hands clap
My lands stacked fat, with no resale plans
I stepped out of my house
Quick fast with the passion
The name's Shawn, stop callin 'him
make that crack music (nigga!), uh
That real Black music (nigga!)
The only singles that I'm dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white
eating snow crab, I'm in the street like the dope man
We do drive-bys in Mopeds, smoke strong like Popeye, Conan
I beat the pussy up, I just throat jab,
Snuffle gruff called an important meeting with the Boom-Band
Something funny is goin' on we better do somethin' about it soon man
There's a humongous metal
to figure?
When you speak of that nigga, you don't understand
But fuck it, I flood this with these bands
Do a drive-by, fly-by leave him where here
silly, dear"
And he would laugh at Jenny's souvenirs
Shines on his shaking hand
That ageless wedding band
Reminds him and finds him without her near
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
forward
And getting that peter pan,
Whoever has him next,
Don’t stay in his never land.
My warning it isn’t safe
Like the place, that I keep bands
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