Lyrics:
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
Mother nature wavy sur le paintbrush
Rainy days garde une équipe ben prop
C’est qui déjà qui vient de Saint-Roch?
Pas moi, mais j’ai habité proche
Shout
I’ve been feeling drained since I finished the album
Will it give me notoriety or golden medallions?
Pulling up in something magic like my name was
that hole in ur mouth
Holy lord protect me from myself
The people you follow are uh
Same reason why you wallow uh
Thinkin that one day all of your dreams
workin every day
Badis workin every day
Ghanchufu felekher chkun li ghay7kmha fhad lgame
Anytime anywhere gha matjinich fel holiday
Mghanb9ach 3mri
away
You wasn't part of the plan, okay I knew that already
These niggas hated on me, I said I would do it one day
He sent his album to me, almost threw
Uh yea so I hope everything's fucking going fire with Gaiges fucking Road Trip Album And I hope uh hope you enjoy this shit for real uh I just uh
eyes out, hanging belts up, fathom
Could I die now? Suicide notes, albums
Caught in the closet, with my head up to the fucking barrel
Let it all go, one
nights on the beach
Hold hand while we sleep, can't fake any dreams
I stay wide awake night gone, day break
Roll me up a light jay and say grace
Pick
trait is I be knockin' a pussy off the bone
Feel like I can drop a album every day, it won't take long
Feel like stuffin' me a five up in a motherfuckin'
growing through the pains
Ive been Working for that rain
Just to let them know your name
You a saint
I ain't playing When I say
That I'd spend my whole
Girl you should have known that was not snow on the table, Hehehe
Where is Saint Nick with that laced blunt?
And Mrs. Claus is them damn weed
of Latter-day Saints
I'mma pray for you
I'mma pray that you get off my dick
Now let me smoke a J or two
As I fuck your boo
Yeah she love the way I move
And I'm
was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then
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
right, how'm I gonna tell?
I travel by day and I seem all right
But when the dark comes I'm a fly by night
I'm nobody's fool, 'cause you'll only fool
I've been workin' like I've never been
I struggle every day but I just can't let the devil in
And if I knew back then what I know right now
What I
nigga too bad
You mad? I just take the game by storm and I grab it by the horns
You know this has been my plan since the day that I was born
Dawg you
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
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
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
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
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