Lyrics:
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
Cthulhu
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
(1st Verse)
Deep beneath the pacific ocean in full locomotion
down the streets, to the rhythm of my heartbeat
Oh, I need her so much, I’ve been exposed to her magic touch
I’m struck by lightning, my head’s up in
oh yeah gonna give her some
Ooh yeah do tricks like it's magic city
Champagne ok lemme get a sippy
Lemme roll this ounce right quick
Ass like flubber
at the Dragon Queen's lair, wasn't imagining a thing
Her steps on the stairs had a magic Gleam, glowed brightly
To prepare me for my journey a Sword was
Dark magic twists my body[00:27.42]When the sun lights the sky[00:39.48]I will be the Swan Queen 'til the day that I die[01:01.86]In a lake formed
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
Living life by having faith
Of having Risky Dreams
Cause I'm in my bag now
Them niggas mad yea
Queen looking bad yea
We all chasing bags yea
Really be...
wish stuff was different here
But if I had a magic wand to make the evil disappear
That means that there would be no Santa Claus no more
To bring you
free
Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
Don't be afraid to try (try)
Too many of us died to the door to open wide
My brother be
can sell a million records
On magazine front covers butt naked
Used to be a queen who was highly respected
Now when I listen to ya album, shit get
And if you got beehives right before your eyes
About to start shit that'll attract the flies
And then you hear lies followed by some cries
It's about
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
sound in the crew
With Magic Wand, had it going on (Old school)
Bringing the freaks out at night
Rapper's Delight
Fly girls were giving hip hop a new
In 2018, The New Yorker Magazine coined me, The Queen of Christmas. It's a title that has stuck with me ever since. Up until that point, I had
bastard, plastered
I'm gone off weed and acid, magic
My mind is doing backflips, gymnastics
All my albums classic
All these fake rappers they stay
my sleeves, I take my life like any way I can fetish
That's my fact
Snatch it, only as directed
Snatch it, 'cause I got the queen's tits
Up my
the messenger, fire the preacher, they crow
Find the teachers, they don't
I've been freed by fake folks
Stopping me, no they won't
They won't stop my bank roll,
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