Lyrics:
a little something for the clean escape
And the rainy day after
Don't forget a nigga live where the heat wave at ya
And ya safe ain't safe
And heat don't
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You
executive, who
Already works on LVMH’s digital strategy
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That West also offered to premiere his
New music video, "All Day
" directed by McQueen
"You
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
See, most of my life I never had shit
I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit
Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth
Thinking was I really
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
talk much but live by my money sure
I don’t play with my hustle oda bi ammunition
You no fit send me I be like straight bullet nigga
Ibile la won temi ba
left to sacrifice
It isn't worth holding out until my vision dies
I'm trapped inside the red room of an album lost to time
The days that we saw eye
Everything you will hear in this album
Everything,
Are my thoughts and feelings on what’s happened to me this past year
Jeremiah
I’ve been having
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
Now I’m splitting the audience, this is it
The day is over
Right, we been working day and night
‘Cause the album don’t make itself, you know what I
From the 901
Back to back
On a title run
Sleep through the day
I ain’t see the sun
Locking in the house
Till the album done
Don’t hit my line for about
And the honest truth is drowned out by
All the voices singing
"The kids these days
Are doing alright despite
The shit you try to put us through
Yeah the kids these
on the 24th of may
I even used to watch your livestreams every day
My little brother even has your album on replay
I even bought the MAGA bucket hat because
came
14 days went by
Our lives ain't the same
I think about you and smile alone on a day to day basis
I think I might have hit a home run, all the bases
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
trying to let myself grow
And I’ve been benefiting, getting better by the day
The fact I have fans around the world is just too crazy
You can’t doubt me,
went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing
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