Lyrics:
(Untold)
Gets exposed for me to tell
Let me tell you about my life
He struggled (Working retail to get by)
He knew that money was evil enough to dress in
success
in history, about 300 years?
John: haven't a clue.
Yoko: well, maybe it's still yet to happen,
you see. That's why we're trying to do it.
In other
nigga, i actually came up with the
Idea to write that
(You laughin' but that shit
Ain't funny man) it was funny at first but
A day in the life
Of mister
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
seven feet tall
What would you do?
What would you say?
How would you feel?
I'm tellin' you man, Jimbrowski is located in your nearby neighborhood
seven feet tall
What would you do?
What would you say?
How would you feel?
I'm tellin' you man, Jimbrowski is located in your nearby neighborhood
know I try, stand by, don't you know I try
Won't give up on you till the day I die
I've been around about six years or so, tried to stand up on my feet,
that I would fall in love? (Fall in love)
Who is that boogie man you're thinkin' of? (You're thinkin' of)
Or am I crazy 'cause I just eloped
This is
And we'll squash this
Look, I'm a producer
But if I write bars for a beat
Just know that I'm doing it justice
I'm done caring about your opinions
If you
write these tunes
And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line
Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go
[Hook sung by
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
a second, and find in you some empathy
That was somewhere only we know, only known by the 3
Somewhere only we know, where I would write my poetry
Facing
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
a trap, to look at him or her
And think what would occur
If we had this or that (It's a trap)
It's a trap, no matter where you've been
All gifts they come
13 Years old, contemplating suicide
What would cause a young girl, to wanna take her own life
Her folks don't even know it, I'm thinking, "Are you
You want fire
Bring the pressure
Like the lighters
On my dresser
No ma'am I ain't impressed
I ain't no muthafucking yes sir
Grown man
About my
Jerry Jeff Walker
Manny was a maker of hats, Manny was much more than that
He was the kind of guy, you and I would want for a friend
Manny was
Mr. President, after the presentation we just saw about the heat and the humidity. Is it dangerous for you to make people think they would be safe by
Go outside get kidnapped by the music
Dont head home losin myself to the frequency im choosin lead on
By the vision of you
Kissin on you
Rub my
on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic?
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic?
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
(Tell it straight, now)
Running lyrics back, listening to the songs I've done
Why so serious? You know you can just write for fun (I don't know)
I'm just
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
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