Lyrics:
of the edge
In the doorway by the ledge
The Alamo in Alabama
This was supposed to be daddy's last night
Sonny I tried to tell you that I could not find
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
by day and night
Stretching for miles away from here
We talk of runnin’
Straight shot just gunnin’
Until we’re out there in the clear
It’s been hard
We'll feel the heat as the flames erase us
We're quietly chaos and rage
Way back in the Alabama pines where I lost my mind about a thousand goddamn times
To The Hills was .... the out takes.... remember the bit with the indians
there, and he's sitting on a penny farthing, you know and they're all getting shot with
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you,
the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, let's ride
[Eve:]
Can't even explain all
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
a cracker and a piece of cheese
The waiter came by, said, You tried the Clams Casino?
I said, "Who me? No".
She leaned over and whispered something I'd
sounding very good,
They look very good, and kids over there really appreciate good music and
Stuff. and I think the next time we're gonna play
[misspellings from album]
You you ya-you
You're a Yellow Hammer
from North Dakota
Down to Alabama
the tip of Texas
to the top of Montana
you you
on the bass
From Alabama by way of
Los Angeles, Californa: Larry Larsson, yeah
Wanna apologize to Larry
I'm sorry you missed the Bulls
Socks, that's life yeah
on TV
And that little town that kept you down
Is where you wanna be
Yeah, I'm one of you
Yeah, I'm one of you
No you're not by yourself
There's
Nighttime drive-by, singers lullabies
Bigs askin' about songs they can't identify
Down in Alabama, baggin' grams of yams
Got dozens of killers under my
Con-artist lover deep undercover
Hounded by the industry lights
Sweet Alabama smile for the camera
Show them everything's all right
That kind of feeling isn't
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
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
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
a bruise
Or walking into water after dark
Love can last a lifetime, this is Alabama
And a wheel is forgiving the road, the road
Now you're making music
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