Lyrics:
I got problems, I got drama, I got commas, I got columns
I got problems, I got drama, I got commas, I got columns
I got problems, I got drama, I got
Deezer music
My guy like Richie
Got three columns
My third eye
Got three columns
Cash Slav
Got three columns
Supaman
Got three columns
My man Dave
Got
Messiah in my column yet you say I'm Christless?
Talk to 'em!
Saved by Grace in Him he made me righteous
Raised from the dead and He my head so I
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
Its order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
More money, more problems
Starboy, but no stardom
Same chart, but different column
Rollin' dice like a brother come from Harlem
I'm on the road,
Problems
No Cap
More Columns
No Cap
No Problems
No Cap
More Columns
And our chains Looking saucy
Soon we gon pull out a rari
No Cap
No Problems
No Cap
riding on somebody wave
Standin' on my white picket fence
Looking at both sides
A-la-cartin' that shit like
A little column A; A little column B
Y'all
and problems
Can I solve them, solve them, solve them
Stuck in these columns, and columns, and columns
I think I lost them, I lost them, I lost them
So just put
I got up at six on saturday
The start is the hardest part when I work on my column
Half past 7 i've slammed the government
Do you understand that pun
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
It's order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
what it took to be a star, so he's a critic
I work for the gazette man I got a real job
He did a 5-star column on a band he never heard
He did
It comes all shapes and sizes
It's something you can never buy
Don't wait until it's over
Before you say it's all been fun
Obituary columns are
It comes all shapes and sizes
It's something you can never buy
Don't wait until it's over
Before you say it's all been fun
Obituary columns are
problems)
You don't want no problems (You don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems G
Find yourself in the obituary column sheet
It ain't nothing
out old
Another came to find peace of mind, but his soul was sold
The shadow of the seventh column
Hides secret worlds
The shadow of the seventh column
Im making problems that do not exist
Don't think I'm in the right pitch
So many columns I'm burning the bridge
I cannot take it so switch
I been out
Silanols or peaks tail and retention times change
Because we don't have optimal bonding of silanes
Too hydrophobic a phase, I've now got a HIC column
Running
Landers
I'll write a gossip column
And make you fucking read it
Then you know you fucking eat it
Like beat it
Like Michael, Tito, and Jermain Jackson
Hotter
Spew columns made of light
Shooting out from a husk spew
Thin flickered lights
Forming limbs in the cusp
We're just nodes figures, values, weights
what it took to be a star, so he's a critic
I work for the gazette man I got a real job
He did a 5-star column on a band he never heard
He did
was me
I'd like to buy them shoes
Yeah, me love them Jimmy Choos
It's mad expensive when you're
Livin' like a princess
Gossip columns, magazines
Places
the columns in my head
I'm only living in a rock pool when
Pool when, pool when, na-na-na-na-na
Bins on fire
What's the occasion?
Diggin' and the legwork
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