Lyrics:
tapping there's bars are too smart they'll start Sounding like latin
And you know that I've got this pattened
Bars hit you you're getting flattened
Flying
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
There were treasures to discover under cover of the night
I entertained myself up to the point of getting dull
I dallied and let demons have a ball inside
made
God made me brave
That's why I really walk by faith
See It Believe it and Achieve it
Story telling prevailing getting all my thoughts out
the Women
Ain’t Getting money You boys Looking sour
I’m trying to find out new ways To get paid
You chilling there getting paid by The hour
I’m getting
you again
Reverentially I´m raping
To create myself
In your body so cold
It might be young or be old
There´s a story foretold
And I will find out
I draw
getting any easier, as the months go by
You can tell that I've been drinking
But it's not as much as yesterday
And not near enough to get you out of my
pack 'em in the aisles
Damnable
Will they all walk out?
This is damnable
André, please don't shout
It's publicity, and the take is vast
Free
It feels good to live the life of a loner
I control my life I'm the owner
But I shared my life with plenty muses
Late nights in the booth making
pain
I'm not addicted
But she addicting
Its far from sickening
But it can get there we need to rehearse
Heart getting colder December the first
Hands
It's still time to take over the summer by the way
I aint never know no better
Smooth as my name in cursive letters, Piece like she straight from
Posessed by a muse
Imma call it a truce
Sanctity found me
So I didnt lose
Ay
Baby help me find focus
Know that this is highly potent
Keep on smoking til in
got a limit
Look
I ain't French, but I see the bread and I'm just tryna bag it
By any means needed, might just learn some magic
My heads all over, never
I'll be by your side (general)
We got these niggas, fucking cockroaches
You want to go to war
Sweet dancing, you're there right by
(By your
confused
Cash on my mind that i gotta go get
Indigo child i dont play by the rules
I came from the bottom i cannot go back
Pressing that gas i might blow out
closed while you hear it
And I don't know why I'm getting butterflies
Never met you a day in my life
I just found out you're moving away
Is it wrong I'm
down
Before you reach the edge of town
Like Choiceland Saskatchewan
Or maybe Fort Qu'Appelle
And don't despair if your halfway there
Turns out to be
never going broke long
My trap stay jumping
I ain't running out of work cause
My plug keep it coming
I ain't worried bout yall
Ima keep getting money
Ima
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
somethin' new, gotta figure it out
The pages lie blank, untouched by my pen
Inkwells are dry, the stories within unwritten
My guitar sits silent, its strings
to the top right now and little nigga I'm really feeling lovely
Once I get there shits gon' get ugly
cnd all the pretty women love me
(We about to take it
getting any easier, as the months go by
You can tell that I've been drinking
But it's not as much as yesterday
And not near enough to get you out of my
One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K
And this goes out to my DJ
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