Lyrics:
my very best
To be someone you can be proud of
'Cause it that time of year
When I lose a bit of weight
But then put it all back on plus a little bit
about Mystique's cheeks
In every multiverse the hottest nigga's sposed to be me
If every king has an empire, then mine's in the making
All this fire in
years yup
Many years is stepping up
Many years second time the charm, right?
Come on, man
Second time around, Vince Staples
We We got cameras this time,
legacy
And will probably be the only thing ever left to me from you
'Cause just like you
I myself have been gifted with a musical talent
Except I go by
stimulus talks
F0r the people who are dying
Just a judge nomination he thinks will be supplying
Him with a chance to steal this election
Driving the country
stimulus talks
For the people who are dying
Just a judge nomination he thinks will be supplying
Him with a chance to steal this election
Driving the country
that almost killed me
Year to be exact this was 20-03
Around the time that my parents ditch me
And my siblings in VGC. Lagos, Nigeria, the green light
THE BULLETIN, 6 AUGUST 1892
BULLETIN DEBATE POEM #4
(THE SECOND PART OF THIS POEM WILL BE PUBLISHED NEXT WEEK.)
by me
Promise things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy
He said one day I'll understand little me
Was in you to side me
Pretty little dandelion
Float over to me yeah
Stuck on earth
Ground zero
I ain't need no hero
Found myself some courage
Now I'm drifting in this space
the end
I found love and we brought children in
This will be the nail into the casket
That you lay up in
I’m checking in
I’m checking in
Yeah
I’m
it by
Tearing butterflies in half
And some men do it in Palm Springs
Laying it into butter-blondes
With Cadillac souls
Cadillacs and butterflies
great shit
Really, y'all should be honored by my lateness, I've been killin' shit for years
I ain't have nowhere to tape it, nine times out of ten, if
a year
It's often that I'll think of you my little dear
And if ever I return it'll be in the spring
To see the waters glide and hear the nightingales
this and gave no cares (not one)
Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
Think I'm great, think y'all late
That's okay
won't say a word to anybody
If they asking
I'm way too grown for all these little kid antics
Niggas be like 30 years old
Living on a college campus
of its own
I won’t let that keep holding me back
I won’t give up til this heart is done
This soul will sing until these eyes are dry
I won’t stop now til
independent with new ones
I was suicidal by nine
Spring break around the corner
Told my bully I wanted to die
She said she disappointed I'm still alive
I felt
And say boss well I think I’ll be leaving/
Cause I running little late for a meeting/
Is only after a while that it sink in/
Jerry realise he was by the bar
with a buzz our talents are light years apart
This rapture is meant to end you before you can even start
Nefeli Bata done walking on water
Greet y'all
Say you love her, I'll get over myself by next spring
I'll take the blame, ruin my name
So you can say it's all my fault
Such a shame it ended this way
on and said; "I've seen it, high up on the hill
If it doesn't fall this year then very soon it will!"
Crazy boy
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
in every direction
You wonder if it's a little too
Late to be running into peace
Blood suckers relentless, self-absorbed
Pretentious grew up with shape
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