Lyrics:
to downgrade
An impeccable arrangement
By the soft-rock renegades
And give me time to light
A sentimental torch tonight
I'm a big fan of the pigpen
to climb
Bombarded by multiple choices 24/7
Navigating a tangled web of logic and passion
Guided by subconscious voices, astute and sharpened
Tested,
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
listen to hate
I'm guided by a voice some people call me insane
All this time put pressure on my mind Instead of feeling so alive, alive
I'm grateful for
will be determined by your social status,
And whether or not you’re ‘Jonnie-Big-Potatoes’
And does your face fit the mold of a template that we’ve
moment or another, in the mirror
Reflected: my opponent or my brother
Fan the flames for smoke, some emotions get smothered
Words unspoken: we suffer
Be
admit it I did (yeah)
I done fucked with a couple of fans (fans)
I admit that I'm a gift and a curse (gift and a curse)
I admit that I don't go
to the devil but keep god as a friend
Piranha shit we swim deep ain't no surviving the clan
I'm hearing voices telling me to go and spin like a fan
I'm
a big fan
I shoulda said "Hitman"
That nigga wear veneers too
Smilin' ear to ear too
For years I used to be buck
But I had to straighten up
Just like
drownin' out your voice (Yessirr)
Leave you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo'
a part of life
To be guided by the farthest light
And the words of the past come to life
And say it’s worth it to be a part of life
Like it’s worth it
demanded, beat banging through the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Ynp Maine
(I hear voices, I hear voices)
(I hear voices, I hear voices)
I hear y'all
(Stupid)
All these voices
Uh, like damn, who the fuck
couldn't really be
Myself when I started winning
I started feeling that I can be
Myself i can do my
Accents, I can do my voices
I can do my faces, i can do
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
had popped me a Xan'
I got horny, almost fucked on a fan
I had to think about it, I can't end up on ShadeRoom
Everything that I hit, I done paid for
cry (cry)
To know that you're gone
Hold on to the memories
Not a day goes by I
Hear a voice saying dry those eyes
'Cause real niggas never die
Who was ate by a lion it's told
So I left little William by the tigers' pavilion
And round to the monkeys I strolled
There was one great big monkey who
sedated by my voice
I'm making noise
And I ain't with the playing you could keep all of the toys
Already gotta man you could keep all of the boys
And you
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
toes The industry is bullshit lips are full of lie That's why i keep it quite so i catch them by surprise Bless with the eyes and the thoughts
recollections of another's resurrection
Call it misdirection you was in the comic section
Guided by attention only lead me to detention
Another imperfection
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