Lyrics:
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
a rap,
I have multiple showing, she one in a milli,
Now its colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies,
[Juelz Santana]
Sorry, I gotta go I
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
has infinite and unlimited power
By listening to this but also by visiting any of my albums you're literally entering my current state of mind
You
emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
game bananas
My man Santana
Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers
They trying to say he (down, down)
I hear niggas saying he (down, but
musim prec
Stepnem na mick jak buf,vsetko je ciste
Kazdy risk neni zisk a nie vzdy to ide
Tak jak by si chcel,tak jak by si si prial
Je to jak fet obcas
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
felines
Yeah, you niggas is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan?
I don't fuck around by the store, but go head and get your lease sign
Yeah, go head,
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
to be stung by a bee, that's just me
Or a wasp
Yeah, I'm being legit...
Got a clean record (you know?)
It really went from...
A joke to an album now I'm
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
Oh, I was kicked back in a rented cabana
Easin' my mind with some old Carlos Santana
Nibblin' on a banana moon pie
When I swore I saw an angel
to know.
Running away from it all,
I'll be safe in the cornfields, he thinks, hunted by his own
Santana Full Moon Lyrics
Again he feels the moon rising
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
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