Lyrics:
such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass, you ask for me?
Well I'm back, nana-na nana-na kshh
Fix your bent antenna, tune it in
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
album it was Sandy
On another level so they couldn't understand me
I guess I gotta take what I want like Meyer Lansky
Shore is 'bout to get back, put your
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
I've been thinking about the past and it dawned on me lately
That my peoples never last, we all just fall away mainly
No more Steve or Chris or Zach,
that you should go fear bitch
Ayo Johnny hold me back fo I go off it though
When they hear this KQ album they gon hit the O
I love to play with a soft
Willie
Can take his motherfucking ass back to Philly
Dropped a bomb on a crew named "Move"
Years ago, here's a hoe
That's ready to stop me, they think
go driving in the rain.
I saw Stereolab in Bellingham and they played one chord for fifteen minutes. Something in me shifted. I brought back home
or New Haven, or Chicago
Oh yeah, by the way, my name Chris Lowe
Move ya hips lows, love it when ya lips blow
Damn - shorty's standin by the coat check
how ya doing Look
Young Ray Crizzy
Take off with me
I'm going back to space
Don't come get me
Might call out work
Bitch I'm shittin'
You a pussy, I'm
on heels I'm back in my prime (Uh huh)
Ay I got me a dime (That's right)
She losing her keys I'm losing my mind, let's go
It's not what it seems (It's not)
to school in Olsis where I met Chris from London
Chris taught me the basic rules about the Rap game Taught me to freestyle let the story begin
Welcome
Look at my watch
Look at drip
Look at my shoes
Look at my fit
Looking like Sosa
Looking like Mitch
Looking like Micheal
Looking like Chris
Yeah, I
really out here slidin'
Childhood like Chris Brown and Drake's song, no guidance
If anybody find peace, let me know where to find it
You know? 'Cause
Back, back, back, back, back
She gone throw dat pussy
Back, back, back, back, back
Let a nigga stroke
Bitch got coke by the shape
Pussy so wet, got me
Pressure pressure when I pull up they feel pressure
In the bar I prolly bless ya being broke that's never
On 4s Chris Webber in Legado I be stepping
Thanks for landing on my album
Dylan land y, this is volume 1
The second part is also out now, i'm talking from 2022
Back 4 years in a song
you you need them
Now release the album
No more back and forth
You want it out or not
A dying star with so much to say
Do I look like I'm playing
This
records on wax
Having niggas play em back
'Cause I got 'em all stuck like
That's how I'm comin'
Ain't no point in me stuntin'
Know what down on my luck's
told you warner Marilyn Manson
Catch the ops by surprise Chris Hansen
Pop yo shit and do that bitch with these Darrell Stanton
My pen
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
you know your socks are too damn small
The heel should be at the back, not at the ball
If you didn't know by now yeah I'm fucking Chris
But at least I
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