Lyrics:
a dunce
I've been on the grind for a hundred months
And I ain't stopped doing music, not once
Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once
If you wanna come
Fuck you and your masters
Your masters ain't worth shit and it wouldn't a 100 years after
A hundred years a slave on a slave ship to Alaska
Yet you ride
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
Seems like yesterday, even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago
Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
Right where his 'foot' was supposed to be.
Now, billy the mountain, he couldn't believe it!
All those postcards he'd posed for, for over these years
red chip planted behind their ears
Covid to them was a democrat concoction and liberal fantasy
They thought they could cure themselves by drinking their
One life, nigga, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
Hundred miles and runnin', we ain't slowin' up
15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they
years old. My father played music.
My mother played music. My five brothers played music, and I had two
sisters played music. And I just bought
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
(Still drive in my Ac'.)
Took two years off. (Took two years off.)
Just to raise my cup. (Just to raise my cup.)
Worth a hundred fucking men. (Worth
you cure the disease
You can no longer charge them a fee
As if they gonna give it away for free
Will too strong so we dying on our feet
Approach me with
niggas out, Won by double digits, hatin' is a sickness, but you can cure it
You just need some bitches, you just need some bitches
a faint memory can provide
If years go by
Fear and pain will sustain in your eyes
She may never return
But I can wait forever
If we can't make
1. 2. 3. 4
Just be by my side
Just be by my side
Be by my side
Be by my
Just be by my side
Side
Talk to 'em yeah
First come love, then come marriage
really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller of the year
And haters everywhere but I don't really care
Waka flockaaa!
I keep them bad bitches
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
One more year and I'll be sober year gone by I ain't no closer
Year gone by and I feel lower high at night yeah I'm a stoner
'Cause of you I am living
polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed but cuffed and indicted
Enter the arena as I take center
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Fucking up this check tomorrow
Treat these hoes like yesterday
She said no two years ago, but now this hoe said yes today
I do this by myself
I don't
than my phone screen, let's go
Fur floor, mask on, bare feet, nigga
100k a week, that's a bad week, nigga
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga
Sell
I adore
I walk around the town and I explore
I'm greeted by one hundred fans at my front door
Encore is what they want, much more
I'm smooth like
The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flowers have
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