Lyrics:
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
of you
You get to love, you have to talk to somebody about a new life
I don't love my wife anymore, I don't love my kids anymore
Missin' out on life,
this mountain your weak
Ill leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin up shits creek
You ain't Detroit, Im the D
Your the new kid on the block
Bout to get
Believe in myself we the millennials
Bro, this is a new
This is a new mentality we not gonna
Control our kids with brands
We’re not gonna teach
Low
Who designed the snowflake
Who made the planet spin
Who came up with new born babies skin
Who created seasons
The cycle of rebirth
Who
will he?
And the two of you just walk through the door
You're a quick change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change
If you was born in New York City let me hear say "You know that"!
You know that!
Hey yo, once upon a rhyme where the scenery sets, you see stress
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
Yo, think I just found the first artist I'm gonna sign to DTA Records
This kid's next, his name is jxdn
Hit me back, peace
New Kung Fu Kenny
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Y'all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
Here we go
I don't give a fuck, I don't give
a various artist compilation
But it's just me and HB and this shit take concentration
Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it (so cherish it)
we still pray
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black male
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
(I know that I hurt you)
Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
the street
With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids
Momma said, never get high on your own supply
Especially if you plan to leave this hood
an artist
I am an artist
But I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it.
(I know that I hurt you)
Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Liz csaro is an alternative rock artist from New York City
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans
Me and Missy be the new Tag Team
Whoomp, there it is
We like Rae and Ghost, AG and Showbiz
We public
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