Lyrics:
My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff
on the count of three
We gonna bum rush The Tunnel with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us a semi in
keep them eyes open
You can see us when we flying by, winds of greatness are flowin', ooh
Eyes open, keep them eyes open
So you can see us when we flying
bumrush The Tunnel
With a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see
It's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us
A semi in here
Don't sleep,
Time’s flying by
With no musing, no doubts, no mercy and with no rest
Keep in your mind –
Here we all, each of us – just a flash, evanescent guest
Learn to sing
to
Listen and actually accepted the call
Opened our ears, changed our position, it took a moment to pause
Whom shall I send and whom shall go for us
Here I
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
here pulling strings
He merely advocates for the sins we already find most attractive
You know which ones
And waits for us to act up
It's better we back
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
a rapier,
Let ‘em go viral, like hashtag #yopierre,
I know the time’s limited and death is there
Waiting for me, still I’m a hell of a guest here
Made in
bumrush The Tunnel
With a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see
It's Brick City in here
Blazin' like Biggie passed us
A semi in here
Don't sleep,
a proclaimed musical artist
Who just released a new project by the name of "The Anthology"
He seems to tell us that he brought another special guest with him
stone
In the eye of Taurus spins a world by us unknown
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In
talks, stocks, real estate and equity
You fake Pat Beverlys
Always tryna shut down Russ
You foul, stay the fuck from 'round us
'Cause you can't fuck
They let us through and there she was
Standing by a far
So JLo, just looking like a star
I had to approach like girl who you are
Because you got me
a butler he is under
Lots of stress I bet he'll blunder
He's worth wads what are
The odds there's thunder
He'll find bods what's the plot I wonder
Here comes
like us
Cuz y'all ain't got it like this kid, y'all could never be like us
Get your click and y'all can all get crushed, what what what what
Aye, by my
questioned is that what he want us to do
'Cause King James Version been ran through more than a prostitute
It's like a crack fiend in the classroom teaching
This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan
May he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
there since next year
Scarred us to death chair
Scared us to rest less
Skull full of house guests
The fear
The fear
I feel so sick today
I'm
I stepped on gum! Ohoho)
Fine I'll play the happy version
(Let us sing, let us sing)
Free from sadness and perversion
(Let us sing, let us sing)
Eyes
look around and I see concrete walls
And the guests who came here before
No one can hear me I don't even scream
Can't wait to meet my new friends
My
believe in such obscure religion?
Here some naive, humble people
Disputing to death for control
Among disunion, stupidity
Were submitted by the new guests
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Here is a collection of poems by the Russian poet and engineer Konstantin Voskresenskiy, who is known to Russian and English-speaking audiences
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