Lyrics:
, don’t get carried away
I promise… Oh, and by the way
Don’t get carried away, don’t get carried away
I’m sorry for the cussing… I know you hate that
Don’t
understanding.
[thonk]
HERBERT: Oooh!
LAUNCELOT: Um, I think when I'm in this idiom, I sometimes get a
bit, uh, sort of carried away.
FATHER: Oh, don't worry
Southern eagle, (?)fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fear
I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill king
To get their
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
to a makeshift portal
And I still gotta pay for a facelift
Bitch get the fuck away from my sandwich
I got laments about the conditions of employment
Homeless in
carried away like a casket to the grave
I get carried away like a seashell in a wave
I get carried away when I start thinking and knowing my thinking will
please have mercy when I say please
Oh please please, please
Don't let me get too carried away
Don't let me get too carried away
Don't let me get too
ol' moon up high
But when I see you standin' at your door
Nothin's ordinary anymore
I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes
Before I
that lives behind the case
And get to give it away
My gold erupted from volcano's in the heavens
And every shrine that existed in time melting
Tombs
And influencers tryna bag them a baller
She a gold-digger, I can tell from her aura
Her socials say princess, she a pauper
When it's time for it, need more for
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I rhyme while it shines like gold plates
Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Carried by mice,
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
Now in my city I'm big as Pac and Biggie Smalls
God with me, whom shall I fill
There no more beggin' for shit we outta get ourselves
Just so I
and it's time to admit it
This is the end bitch, I'm livin' till finished
I get carried by fans into arenas and functions
You get carried by feats and some
where he entered the cave.
Aladdin arose and ran towards the city.
Mother! Mother!
I want you to know something,
that evil man tried to take my life?
He
like. Get out!
Wise Man 2: We must see him. We have brought presents.
Mandy: Out!
Wise Man 1: Gold, frankincense, myrrh.
(her attitude
I walk and talk
Strollin with a slight limp
Flyer than any big city pimp
Gold, girls, cold cash
On the mic Shaquel Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord,
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
better not be loud if you got it on
Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em
Better not hear 'bout you humpin' on Keisha's daughter
better not be loud if you got it on
Them Jordans better not get dirty when I just bought 'em
Better not hear 'bout you humpin' on Keisha's daughter
moon up high
But when I see you standin' at your door
Nothin's ordinary anymore
I get carried away by the look by the light in your eyes
Before I even
In the dark when there's no one listening
In the times when we both get carried away
When we both get carried away
She says it all without a thought
Don't get carried away
Don't get carried away
Let it drip through the ink
Thoughts get buried away
What you think got buried away
And let it sink
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
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