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to the Graduation albums Kanye made by himself
Man I'm the next one
Ain't no competition with me I'm the best son
You could think that you're superior that's your
Eight inches deep the lore
I know of black metal
I learned it all in one single vid
Seven songs into the album
Reviewed by none
I sat through it all
the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
skin off love to peel it
Aye
This ain't a game
Pussy you can talk yo talk but I'm gon separate yo face
Graced
By the opposite of light
I love when they
non-talent motherfuckers are stealing my spotlight in a dumb way
This is no game, this ain't JB, this a straight shoot
I knew by the end of this album, I
you right by my side til I die I'm gonna
Hold you down and make sure everything is right with you
You can never go wrong if you let me hold you
Down
Musician first tho
I could make like 8 different albums
No mistake create great lengths
Like great lakes and mountains,
Bedtime philosopher
I toss and turn
and rearranged
No matter what happens, nothing can ever be the same
Logan V, treating this like it's my final one
By album five, thought I'd run it like where
got these bills that keep growing all the curves life throwing still working after closing
Raise my kids all by my lonely even tho they think I'm phony
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Let's go down to the sea
Let's take a walk down by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea
It's such a beautiful night, love when
dla mnie jest pro dla ciebie może być niczym
Miejskie wibracje tajemnicze jak matrix
Byś nie zastygł ruszają jak adrenaliny zastrzyk
Pewnym krokiem od
(yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust for tryna play with us (baow)
Keep the picture, catch 'em
the beginning I do not make the rules
Bro be cool
Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school
I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
can change
We're waiting your next move
We are tired to be used by you
We are not your tools
Go to fight all my fights
It's our awakening
We are tired
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a phone I use
I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools
man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white
Dumb-be-dumb-dumb, be-dumb-be-dumb-dumb
Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang
Love is a tune you hummy-hum-hum
By giving away, I think you'll learn
You'll get love in return
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