Lyrics:
to sleep
Live amongst the dead
Like your heart don't beat
Wake up another day
I'm
Still stuck in this bitch
Seeing visions of myself holding
of write all these songs
I'm a sinner, God forgive me, I can't forgive for what they did
Yeah, you saw the album cover, Heart went cold, I got it stitched
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
carefully to what I'm bout to say
You'll trust in love again and think you found your soul mate
But she'll just take heart and beat it down until it breaks
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
field of art
I shed light yet my skin is dark
I'm not conerned with climbin the chart
Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart
of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause, man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin? the time to ride with me, nigga
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it ain't no
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
'Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
the album
Take a trip to Cancun
If you put your heart and soul into something you can too
I'm a model, I'm a mogul
I'm a leader you can follow
If you take me
depression
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm
an album called it Slow Rides and Love Songs
I hope you're well
Do you know what
For someone that is so good at talking
I'm so useless at
Outros and speaking
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
tell when you hear the cannons
Brooklyn is the heart of the city from where I'm standing
Watching Ralph McDaniels kept me up on my music
Friday afternoon
tell when you hear the cannons
Brooklyn is the heart of the city from where I'm standing
Watching Ralph McDaniels kept me up on my music
Friday afternoon
nothing from
I think I'm done
I just wanna work on my mental
I really want you by my side that's why I'm treating you gentle
Come be my lady
In the future
though I don't like dinners
Don't be confused by my image, I'm no fuckin' public pin-up
But my heart won't let me say no to a picture
[Chorus]
Uh,
as an album for ears
My heart is beating on 220 BPM
Steal your baby run away like I'm Ian
My lips are darker than the skin of liam
Sex is ok but have you tried
homie I just take my time
I don't stay up on the gossip I just stay up on my grind
If you see the green dot by my name I'm prolly up
Making moves
know I'm harder than granite!
These rappers heard I'm droppin'
So they push back their releases
Drop a diamond album by myself
Don't need no features
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