Lyrics:
Ain't nothing new, ain't nothing new
Do think I really talk about you?
Well, I don't even know who are you
If they don't talk to you, they talk about you
laughter
I've got a little secret
You're gonna need to keep it
Jointly we hold the key
And if you've gotta see it
Or else you won't believe it
Just put your
Use to get chased by the soldiers
Couldn't do nothing but smoke bruh
Think it's my time to just blow up
Now the people really show love
Even people that
baby?
I do, I do adore you
I'm the best man for the job
Another man couldn't do nothing for you
Cause you're spicy just like me
We come together
was just with him, playin' Sega
And buggin' on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas
And now he's gone
I'm speakin' on my man K-Shawn
a drive-by, you deserve a face shot
I took the picture boss, not Jewish
Just wonder when I die
How much my pen'll cost (Pentecost)
Find out we track and I'm
but I need another play just like it
Blowin fire dank by the zone I need another one just like it
Triple stack got me powered up so I need another one
I been by myself all day long
Dark skin in the dark got me feeling like Akon
A nigga feel alone I take ya bitch it's just a loan
Baby girl is all
dark, I'm nothing but fucked
And I got my heart stolen
No, there's nothing left
I'm drowning, I'm empty
I'm all by myself and I need a friend
Who's
friends
We miss you, a'yo Kato
Started off, two dogs with the same goals (uh)
Nothing but two dogs walkin' the same road (uh)
Two different cultures,
destruction clear as day
Trying to fade away, you told me it would be okay
So today, all I got to say is just
Shut up
Bro, just shut up
You don't got nothing
Straight up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate
Not, not!
Not even a little bit!
Straight up, I
liquidate assets/
Like fuck it I’ll just make it back rapping/
Tried to tell 'em I got it ain’t nobody took me serious/
Then I dropped the tape n old friends
they might get the dumping like
I just might get the running
Shooting back won’t do nothing
He called for his mama they wouldn’t do nothing
I’m praying
can't hold me
Guess that's why I got to do my dirt all by my lonely
Desperado
They don't really want problems, they just want to talk it out
Shotgun
Clarence didn't even suspect nothing. So he come flippin' and skippin' through the woods, happily whistling a little song
(whistle), when whom shall he
my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
up"
Fuck a bitch, I can chill with a million
Fish bowl, put a hole in the V
Plеase do not lack because
Shit can gеt serious
He a runner, too fast like
CcOINEcDH
Composed by Leeson O'Keeffe, Marion Gray & Marie McCormack
Leeson plays ccoustic Guitar, Marion plays the Fiddle & Marie plays the Tin
just with him, playin Sega
And buggin on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas
And now he's gone
I'm speakin on my man K-Shawn
Forever
feel so strong because I have you
Standin' by my side, baby, baby, you just got to
[Chorus]
Start me up, you got to start me up
Start me up, you
a light
Wearing nothing but a trench coast beige matched
With a black top hat
His silhouette is dark you can't see his face
cll you hear is a whistle
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