Lyrics:
might allow me
To do everything
I wanted to do
Or everything I might want to do
If I only knew what I wanted to do
But it was a lot of work
And it was
coverage (Facts!)
Yeah, put that shit in a fucking mausoleum
My numbers so high, even God can see 'em (Haha!)
I mean God can see everything, but He can
it still dense
Girl nothing compares to you
And if these doves cry I would die for you
All these hoes taking selfies and call it photography
But Daisy
just wonder
Where will I go if I just wander?
And lately, I can't focus on a thing but my album and my girl
I'm sick of being in Missouri, wanna be in
just wonder
Where will I go if I just wander?
And lately, I can't focus on a thing but my album and my girl
I'm sick of being in Missouri, wanna be in
there ain't no place to go anyway
What for
So you got everything, ah, but nothing's cool
They just found your father in the swimming pool
And you
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
nothing, that’s what you said
How can you deny all thing we did?
Yeah, you used to be my everything
But for you I was just like any other thing
So, that’s
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great
lately, yeah
I made like six of these records
But I feel like now is the most important time that I do this
They say your first album is the album that you
tear it apart
I'm gnarlier than Steve-O watching TIVO
Of little girls being t boned by a truck outside of BMO in Slow-mo
I never go slow
I never put out
all my problems
And she'll be the one who buys them
Hoo, all of her love became an album
And I'm still the one who's crying
And it sucks that I
The best song is probably on the B-Side
Won't be surprised when the label deny
This so grey, grey
The best song is probably on the demo
But
there ain't no place to go anyway
What for
So you got everything, ah, but nothing's cool
They just found your father in the swimming pool
And you
everything but you were not there
Guess I didn't have everything but I'm not scared
Cause I know you love me and you're right here
I let out (Let out)
All
fucking the finer things that rap can bring?
I've got at least one more album to go before I say fuck everything and fuck everything
maker
I made everything on this album
On the recording got a little help
But i consider this fully mine
I m just a kid from Hungary
Maybe you ask
are
It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
It feels like I've been living in a matrix but I gotta figure out a way
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
Solving the problems cause everything's blown
Don't give me problems, you about to get domed, won't leave a trace, fuck sherlock holmes
Did you get? (Did
the bombest goddamn girl in our whole school
If I could pull her, not only would I become more popular
But I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time
of the land
They say we boring oh well
My life is but a testament to me to another
Maybe everything they'll ever need to see
So I'm here flying steady
Hail
Discuss these by album series album everything but the girl Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In