Lyrics:
heavy
Ain't no weigh i out grew the scale
I live by the code don't say shit I know u could tell
Like "what's in the bag"
Nothing but clips
Ain't given
by and I'm just laying in bed
Wondering what I did wrong, and why am I in my head
I have a problem with being impatient
Life's not bad I just don't
the night
That nigga trippin' by the L, but that's a part of life
Bro, if you teach you how to make a living, gotta play it right
Send him up like Ben Frank
Nigga roll your shit
We trynna get high
Just to get by
Through these tough times
But if you look at em right
If you open your eyes
It's still good times
around with that stank
I'm bout to blow, I got shot by a tank
My heart is broken, I'm smoking this dank
If I'm not with my bruddas, I feel out of place
I'm
excites
I don't wanna fall and hit the ground
Girl you put my heart in motion
Let me be Frank my mind is an ocean
Sinking in depths of this love potion
and a couple years went by
Now I keep on thinking old Frank was pretty wise
You sort of settle for the moment and lock into place
What he was trying to say was
streets a fix, (Lets get it)
Gotta keep mines on me kuz i rather be judged than carry by six, (Facts)
Am riding thru the opp block wit a flat but we ain't
way
Tik Tok dancing all over this beat and shit
Get productive, get your bread, stack your money, get it ho!
By the end of this song, I bet I'll get you
i'm sitting in sand sitting in guilt surrounded
by the abandoned work frame of the house of guilt
and first founded
having astounded my neighbours with
You know that time in your life
That single moment that defines exactly who you are
Well that only stings for a second
Go!
I ain't no Frank Sinatra
always wins
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
Light is too slow!
- Inspired by the Drake Equation. Thanks, Dr. Frank
- Music by Marc Wagnon Music and Lyrics
Barbershop by Steve Einhorn & Kate Power
Old barbershop, where I used to get my haircut
Old Frank is dead and gone, never more to clip and comb
Free
Stoprocent SB Maffija
No to w głowie mam plan sam ogarniam
Muszę odbić sam w dal by potem dobre dać wam
Od dawna jestem już swój a ty tu masz cudze flow
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
you at, do you represent your city?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you take fools out like the homie Frank Nitty?
(wiggy, wiggy,
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
""But is the
earth as full as life was full, of them?""
--- Frank O'Hara
Her laughter was always lush, a brogue-like tumble that comes suddenly
szósty bieg
I jeszcze świeci, by usunął się
Bo on chce lecieć, a stówkę więcej niż mówi prze
Peace, love, positivity, jak u Logica
Peace off, myślę
a flintstone from the Phoenix gave us a call
When he heard the beat, he was quite appalled
"D'yez not know nothin' by Christy Moore?"
The next thing you be
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me
I guess the brothers are driving down from
next door to a food fight
Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat god
Even though you still eat lard by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin'
Hello Frank, how're you doing?
Sunday morning blues, you know
Just ain't the best
When you just want to lie down
And have a good rest
'Cause
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