Lyrics:
(hit them with the press)
Sauce Gardner or Deion
Them little boys some peons
She paid for a new ass by the looks go get a refund (Ha Ha)
Wanted Doc Miami
'em up
Dance on the porch, take a few shots
Till we both pass out there in the same spot
She says that I drink way too much
Get a little buck wild
it's all good
By the start of the day you brand new
Keep you head up little nigga it's all good
By the start of the day you brand new
Brand new
Hey they
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
consumer makes
Or, is this your hiding place?
Is this your little safest space?
By ones and zeros you have been erased
(Woah woah woah, who's been erased?)
Hit again I reappear
I'm a bad bad guy
Type to leave you by the roadside
Hit it once and never say goodbye
I be having gang gang ties Lil bitch
Live
to lie
JTK, no character, I'm too fly
Don't even try, know I'm that guy
If you try beefing, I'll leave you to die
JTK, just a name
Him and I, both we are
all that, her friends were all wack
I asked why she bein' cold to me
And she said she don't like guys like me
Oh, you mean smart and funny and has
I just need my space
Maybe just a little bit of room to move
I'm feeling suffocated hope you know it's all thanks to you
Talking to the man in
Hello. Can you hear that?
It's the miraculously dreamy sound of distant Moshi thunder
Created by a pair of little Moshling clouds, called Flash
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy want to pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But
leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy want to pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's
friend and my DJ, he's Jazzy Jeff
On a motorcycle tis next guy fell
He's my personal manager, he's the Hammer J.L.
And when I got flack, you know he got my
the magnitude
I live by Latitude
But these niggas be acting rude
They come in multitude
They got fish for brains but I'm the Jude
It's lunch for afternoon
Sit
heart takes in this anguish
Can't quit until both legs cave in
Wishing something may take it all away
Whenever they pray to the Angel of Pain
Feeling for
and kisses give them both praise
Sometimes I yell sometimes I wanna cry
I sit by myself then tears hit my eye
Pray to god and ask him please tell me why
Then
in the jar
Looking both ways, I'm cautious when I'm ("drivin' round")
Hood rats that's fresh but barely feed they kids
Little kids that's killas
Fred: check Slim Shady do the mic kid
Eminem: I dont do black music I dont do white music
I make fight music for high school kids I put lives
at risk
and marketing) not just
The people, technology
Or products these deals are typically valued
(at least in part) by their
Financial metrics and can be extremely
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
exist in the same space?
They already are they're
Already existing together
And they are both winning
Who do you feel that you lean towards more?
I
If I were a rich man, with a million or two
I'd live in a penthouse in a room with a view
And if I were handsome, it could happen
'Cause dreams do
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