Lyrics:
lived in California for 20 years. I just moved back to New York two months ago. I am back. Yeah, but I moved back in with my mom. I'm in my childhood home
we fucking time fly by
Damn the sun up already (til the sun rise)
Is your friend still on the way
Are you talking bout Kimmie or Kelly? (tell her
I'm not talkin R. Kelly
Spend a few bands and now they lookin jelly, big Kelly Michelly
She stepped on my ass like I got a damn wedgie
You do not
I'm embellishing
The thrill of me constantly reveling
I gotta pokerface no tell it seems
I'm always pissed like R Kelly's sheets
Intelligence gonna put
ass shaking like jelly
I can love you for free like my name was akinyele
Take you to the crib twelve play like r kelly
Mess around we gotta dilemma
friends?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
[Chorus:]
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make it go boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
the Gargoyle, wanted to play
Well there's a pedophile, livin' right down the lane
And it's about damn time he took one to the brain
His name is R. Kelly
feel like I felt about 2 years ago
My days are the same, they goin' by slow
I don't go to sleep, I'm hearin' the birds cry
I don't give time to haters,
that
I came back with a brand new bag that I have Full of passion
I'm gonna blow your fucken brains as if your plastic ass were a damn gasket
Eat these
to his best friend Derrick bare-naked
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janeane just turned sixteen and used a fake ID
To sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly, hee-hee-hee-hee
As a songwriter, songs are your babies. You give birth to a song idea, a title, a phrase, and you watch the seed grow into something, tangible,
to look for aliens me
And Kid Cudi are aliens, right here
Bruh! The vibes is back ayy, John, take
Take all the way back to the thing take
Me all the way
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
a pussy predator
But not for young girls
That's that R kelly fella
(Flashing) Here comes the paparazzi
Put 'em where the be 'fore they spot me
(Flashing)
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
times for the days I would hold back (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just
album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am
the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes
reo(?) get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give are kelly a call I think like em 13
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