Lyrics:
See my radar e be on you ye eh
Tell me anything wey I no fit do ye eh
For your matter I dey battle yeah
Giving all them niggas royal rumble ye eh
I
keta, won pada ti Brabus B (ojo keta, won pada ti Brabus B)
Ghelu nasty (Ghelu nasty), Nasty C
Vital info (vital info)
Vitamin C, very diligent (very
breakaway sometimes you hide
The pain so they donu0027t see who you wanna be.
Breathe the life inside of me
Take me another reality
I just wanna be free
the king
Down with the king
Down with the king
Down with the king
Down with the king
Down with the king
I'm the man you see, in the place to be
I
Oh new dawning
Show us the well of life
Where we’ll all drink with joy
With no fear of evil amongst us
Where there will be no wish
To see
Your heart will heal a
And your tears will dry
Every storm ends
When you look back
Everything you see
Will be what you have
For the Grammy
Understand me
Understand me
Nothing fathom me
Yeah, I gotta be
What I gotta be
You just gotta see
Haha
No genre bitches
Can't
it might fail, yeah
(Ah, don't be serious)
'Cause you see, all the way
That we've come, heading straight
Don't be bummed if we steer
Away from home,
and fall
It's all for you
Seems to be
That all I see is clear to me
Time will tell
Time will show
Thought that I could let you go, but no
Here I go
Here I
for you
When your friends
Turn their back on you
I'll be here
Just to see you through
Now, ain't that love
Ain't that love
Don't ya know baby don't
like I'm tanked up
Any time you see me be a has-been, I'm a has but
The only prime time is the one in my brain
Jacked up taking the white heart again
love when I found you
I found hope Inside your truth
So be with me and see the sun
From mountain high to ocean loom
So lean on my soul, lean on my heart
jazz and cocktails.
The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distant gay traces
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed
a padlocked case, in a padlocked room
Only to be released when I see you walking around with someone new
This is the last song, this is the last song
This is
Keep spice on it, bottoms red like spaghetti
Still be surprised when I look at the debit
Still be surprised when I see where I'm headed
Fuck
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Do the crime crime B A S I C K E P T E N D We the gang
We the best Do the killer flow and I be crashing all these
mcs with my
let's get clear
See I be gone for a minute
Now you know the king is back
I'ma give it to you hand this right back
Oh I'm way up I'm shooting forty three
critics cold fronts, blockin our humidity
(We own rap) fo sho as Cognac'll twist yo dome back
Our tracks? See, they be nappy (but you can't comb that)
Call
the truth, then you let it go
Then you picked it up
Whichever wind that blows
You're a Wanna Be of all you see
But they laugh at you
You're a walking comedy
and I pray.
Each tomorrow's gonna be the day
You see the light and show me a sign
And let me know you're gonna be mine all mine
Infects my heart, kills my will to be
My eyes cannot see, blinded from the sweat
I don't know why I, feel morose today,
Born with it all, rich beyond my
Evision yourself on a pedestal.
A thought you never erased
Causing the picture that you see
To be so easily distorted.
Your world has thought you
not be this hard to see
How to get from point A to B
Without losing sleep, without losing sleep
I will follow the electric lines
With my electric
From jazz and cocktails
The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces
With distant gay traces
That used to be there
You could see where they've
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