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a reference track, than you do your album
If you're looking for a new artist, you just found him
Like Stark, my problem started at my heart
In my core
Sounding
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
can't fuck wit I
I make a million by June I'm sayin fuck July
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have you're body all ova the lobby
I
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
I'll be blunt with you
Much as it pains you when I get this way
You don't know anybody
Just what they're putting on display
Kels, you're so emotional,
on top of your head
I promise I'm not even mad, it's funny
You're makin' me laugh
I'm the Cheatham coach of rap and
I got 'em sprintin' infinite laps
Today
I know you're by yourself
I know there's a love for us
For all our accomplishments
This is beyond our sin
I do not want this shit
I was lost boy,
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes
You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm
They be like
Freeze where ya been?
Tell me what you're on
Dallas got a lot of stars
But to me you're number one
Peep my perspective
Made it simple
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
I wasn’t gonna do this, but you’re a fuckin bitch, bitch
When your friends become your haters
Fuckin weird pedo-beard
Shave that weird patchy hair
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
stoped? How come it's not still going
Because it's over, Beevis this is perhaps the coolest album ever made
I think you're right Butthead, come on come
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far
You're gonna fly, you're never gonna die
You're gonna make it if you try, they're gonna
Celebration
You're a little bit better and ready for some
Celebration
Some time to get louder and not by yourself
I see that someone left their cheat
This is a very bad song you're writing
God, what a shitty song you made
This is a very bad song you're writing
It's never going to get played
By
think you guys were comedy album level yet. You're making it
Erm, etcetc, it's sort of, we're still doing contract tours and stuff, but it should be with
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
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