Lyrics:
pictures Picasso
Paint pictures like Kodak, whipping like an old school
Cooking that dope like Esco, brushing that paint like Pablo
All my songs got
and new
12 years old on Eminem beats
From that moment I never pursued
Came home quick with song ideas
I brought home lines and homework too
Verses grew into
Old school beats and the flow boom-bastic, yeah, that's a bar
Life ain't fair, what you thought this was scholastic
Livin' in the past, think I
Song title: who's crazy
Artist: KorahIrun/ Similu
Lyrics:KorahIrun/ Similu/Sun
Prod by :Crystal_Hitboy
man i chilling in the shotgun old school
Hold me
Kiss me slowly
I need that old school love
That little pick me up
That we in this together
Ain't nobody switching up
This bond is like a work
Promised to homies I'd make it by now
No girlfriend since high school, feel naked right now
Gave love to my music, no chick, to confuse it
Thought
too burnt
Way too burnt, way too burnt
Way too burnt, way too burnt
Way too burnt, way too burnt
Fuck the old school, I’m not a granny
I wanna have me
All these voices in my head been telling me go get it
Niggas fronting on they songs we know that you don't live it
I been eying from a distance
never grow old
These trees have voices, their song in the wind still remembers those days of gold
A Masai warrior born, much bigger by far than the bones
glass and a cheeky bit of thuggery
Cheeky crackpipe, and a cheeky armed robbery
Stick on the 80s and let’s have a sing song
Social Justice Warriors about
idols fall
cs we watch with morbid eyes
Some go young and some go old
cs they go back to their fire
Willy nilly warriors come
But they die befote they´re
Mageba's soldiers were soon at hand
And by the evening the vultures were wheeling
Above the ruins where the fallen lay
An ancient song as old as the ashes
fucking bag of cheetos
Talking to Anthony, but still talk to me though
Bitch, I'm getting a Hootie song, I'm going back to Fritos
Two thousand and fifteen
first for what you said
Might be deaf or maybe blind
Just hope you're proud of what you get
In my dreams, it felt so right
So I can trust you like the old
gotta handle
Previous knowledge was a scandal
Relearning now its time to tango
To old shit hasta luego
Better future hasta manana
Brick by brick like it
I'm never afraid to bleed so let it drip profusely
Heart of a warrior with the mind of a buddhist
My flow is too sweet so it could never be diluted
I
Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time
And even Cuda ran, you know that I'm a skitzo
Who listens to calypso but I'm quick though
And old school
and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get
mature, and we grew out of trouble
Middle school, so we fought by the lockers
Hiding from teachers, stepping in puddles
Ran through the pool, caught and got
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
sealed by my skin
But broken inside
And I will be old
For the angels have told me
That I will never die young
I'll never die young
Ourselves in the heart
And minute by minute
Growing further apart
Julia, Julia
Where have you gone?
Why have you vanished
Off of my lawn?
Julia, Julia
Where
to call my home
9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old
Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society
Hatred and mass murder thoughts inside of me
My
off their yoke.
And since history has a way of washing sins clean,
Especially for old white men if you know what I mean,
I felt a song was in order
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