Lyrics:
Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Whats wrong wit askin for help
Is you scared to look dumb by yoself, hand stuck inna air
While they stiff nd they stare
You cant lose, but just gain
doesn't come on bit by bit
It was instantly in full swing and it's bing bang boom
Now I was foot loose and fancy free I had respect and I had dignity
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
help you when you
Got on your feet
How you gon' sell a million records with no album release
Every time I get in the booth, it's like I'm out
like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out
like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
sight,this our crazy love story, come and watch it take flight
(2nd Verse)
Getting Lost in the rhythm love, we sway because we know our hearts in sync, so I
and denounced by Fascists. Such chilling cruelty, such inhuman actions. These were witnessed and endured in Forlì.
Standing here, in front of the San Mercuriale
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
defensive
Sides i never meant to chooze...
Hang me by my fucking legz
And cut my neck then let me loose cuz
They dont wanna see me living good
They want me in
The wave in my head keep telling me
Go get the money And we get it by any means
I gat the money keep calling me
Tell me was it gonna be I'm always ready
Meta loss billions
Karma for endangering children
Mississippi black water
Yet we help other countries
Every quarter
Not that we shouldn't assist
But in
back to where you were
And tell me where your headed
I wanna get stuck
Girl you might in luck
She said stuck
Wanna get four by four in over my head
partays
Had to push a couple vacations back on layaway
But it was alright cuz you made it work out anyway
And it's by the grace of God that you standing
mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
Through all those years in prison she
hurt and I ain't pissed
I just ain't got room in my heart for shit that don't uplift
I got you out of sight
And out of mind
And anything you going
programmers around the country and I got the attention of one radio programmer. Charlie Cook based in Morgantown, West Virginia, who loved my album and loved me
jeans
I'm a country girl
cnd I'm proud to be
Don't need bright lights
Or a big dream
Just one good decent night of sleep
c gentleman by my side
cnd
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
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