Lyrics:
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
Walk in the dark to a grave without love
Into the woods where the souls turn to dust
Put them to bed by a quick-hearted man
Placing all the lonely
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'
minus the fact I'm nice I'm sorta like you
take my skills subtract it twice
divide that by 2 that's you and that's about right
but back to my life
Are you tired of consistent bombardment of mass hysteria
Force fed by the main stream media
Do you feel exhausted
Fatigued
Nauseous
Maybe it's time
resets every Monday
But it gets better by Tuesday
I gotta find me a new way, to step on my toes like it's ballet
I gotta eat like it's café, they follow my
commandment won't miss
You thinking shit sweet
Then I'm rolling up sour
I'm chasing my dreams, 'cause I grind by the hour
I kill any freestyle, feel like Danny
Easy money, not acting funny
I never play by the rules
Yeah, I'm a fool
I do what I wanna do
You don't choose
I got ice on my wrist, so I'm cold all
I don't wish to be your own
All by myself
No place to call home
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it be
No one to ask for help
I'm never
by the hourrrr ,
Just like Nu brand flex
Yes
Wrap chop of course.
Hollywood stepping YP in Dior
24s kick the door , got the opps
Wishing.
Magic
road
Pave my own lane, won't be stopped by the rain
And how many times can you hear it's a matter of time
'Fore you think ma fuckas sugar coating, you
pass me by
But one of them
Phoned 999
The police
They came to see me
I hurled abuse
So they told me
I hurled abuse
So they told me
They scraped me up
Bleach my eyes
I'm living in a Fucking World
Passing by a Woman with big eyes
She drives me crazy
Well I killed her
She drives me crazy
Held at Gun
road
Pave my own lane, won't be stopped by the rain
And how many times can you hear it's a matter of time
'Fore you think ma fuckas sugar coating, you
our culture and made our trauma $9.99
Flip that shit
Tripple six
Whole way of life been monetized
Now we ain't even making shit
Cause a thousand streams
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in the cut on the corner by the bodega with the hammer steamin
[Kool G. Rap]
Friend, forgive him for his sins (he better
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""
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
summarizing the album for all you listeners
And Essentially what happened was there was a bee
he had to become a Better Man because he was with this bug
We
(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
guitar.
Listen here for a taste of the album Love is a Painter by Mireille & Eddy Moust: PJJ, The Moon, The Roses and Phantasmagoria (Don't You forget
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