Lyrics:
talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every
"Give me one more chance"
And them smokers screamin' "One more gram!"
So I'ma bring 'em one (chyeah)
Only son to my pops
Stick close to my momma, keep
And I'm a real rockstar
Feel like Mumford and Sons
Went to catholic school just so I could f*** all the nuns
I got that shit by the pound I got that shit by
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
they're comfier
Just don't go playin that Mumford and Sons
So let's get down to business
To defeat the huns
I'm talkin' Mulan shit man
Is she a Disney
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
might let 'em suck my dick, but I don't be fuckin' 'em""
You and your crew got guns? (What?) Still a bunch of bums
Tell Mumford and Sons me and my pops
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
Listening to what
the album's storyline breaks off[03:44.19]As this song was not originally[03:46.52]Intended to be on this album[03:48.01]Inspired by Picasso's blue period
you
The more you talk, the more you irking us
The more you gonna need memorial services
"The Black Album"'s second verse, is like
Devil's pie, save
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Teach our sons
What if you're walking with your lady where There's cars passing by
I'll stay closer to the street so she ain't likely To die
What if y'all
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
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
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
whether that Eddie's got anything
to do with that Seventh Son business, but those were both released... those singles, within one year of each
other
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
Music videos, promotion and all that shit
I put more work into this album than probably any other project in my life
So, shout out to all the people that
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
and nothing, nothing came of it. Every album I ever worked on was shelved and the money wasn't even good. The money was terrible. I could've made more money
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
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