Lyrics:
gigantic randonnée La Belle Époque Is surely in its heyday An adventurer breaks free From the peloton Crouched over their machines The chase is
rovers Casanova 3x's... pre-crime Versace from your heyday on layaway Like Tekashi & Treyway Hop out with the AKs The war is on Double Consciousness
on, lead away And take me to that special place Of your heyday Girtha, will you have this dance with me We'll rock and sway, and dream We'll waltz all
pocket like it’s Childplay Bumpin all young nudy like anyway Aha yea anyway I don’t give a fuck what the critics say I was totin big teams in my heyday Now
our gold turned to brass Love’s heyday long but passed Hold fast Your journey's just begun The universe will know All that you've said and done A day
something Never miss the beat Heyday 나의 탄생이래 나 너에게만 Mayday 이례적인 비애 Im feeling so high so high oh why A feeling of feeling 너는 마치 like a Fantasy 너를 원해 more than
roaring heyday I was busily alone Now it's kind of late to wake up the last time gone The old grey door yeah the paint's falling down Chips at the old bus
Reagan had foreseen Colorless Crayola's dick riding the wave I'm tryna Alan Free you niggas Acting like new slaves Put a 64-color box on a new heyday Then
heyday, Queues outside the shelves of void Sitting here in lockdown while the governors are shot down Even the elite can not avoid The world's been taken
the heyday Now we celebrating A day Now we celebrating All I ever wanted was a Rollie Rollie Rollie All I ever wanted was a Rollie Rollie Rollie Rollie Rollie
'morrow, workin' for the payday Rememberin' the things that's in the past that's in the heyday Way way, back back, when when, time right Sneakers so white
Everywhere I go Don't one make a sound Flipping a pound of good, goodbye To my old life Hey to crime I'm like Jay in his heyday it's a sign What could've been
brand new plain jane Fuck on yo bitch like Ray J Way too smart like AJ I'm in my prime no heyday Gettin' paid everyday Fuck that payday Dreads they
Need somebody to bring on Life time game is on Six shots one bullet enough for fun Rullet must go on My heyday is not ready My image and virtual life
In my heyday Young girls wrote to me Everybody seemed to have time to devote to me Everyone I saw all swore they knew me Once upon a song Main
like Ray J Bet on myself til i run up the payday Carry big 3's on my back like my heyday Global Superstar on my account check my resume Talk my shit cuz
like we're playing contenders Butterflies and heydays to wedlock lice and paperweight babies Name them in vain, framed exponentially Oh bella vi,
but I'm not crippin Weight on my neck gold chain called tennis Smokin on that loud pack blunt went missin Never seen this flex is it heyday If I see ya
hapa ni playday So make way, yeah Don't mix uzito na kuwa make-weight Same day you were thinking bout the heydays He was on the range, taking shots
slavery's past it's heyday But the wretches in charge are still the same Just a few bad apples, that's all But it only takes one to kill em all I know why,
altar or my stage, Persephone to my heyday Hold out your hand, I'll be the same I'm waiting on the outside Hold out your hand, we'll be the same We're
reminds Me of the Time that we called heydays I'm in a Heydaze Thinking of it
reminisce they heyday No back and forth like tennis Imma bull now call me Dennis Mj in the fucking lane I'm bout to take over the game On my Dame Time I don't
Watch me defy your shade Like 98 degrees And I'm Lachey in his heyday Got these people jumping like it's payday It's okay if you don't really like me
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