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like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe
Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof
Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth
Head
New York By Von
Dancing in New York, trouble's out the window, living for tonight so let everybody know.
We Dancing in New York, dancing in New
But it’s quite a lot to handle ‘cause elemi lo le last
Days turn nights, still in love with you
Share your past, I’ll still stand by you
Take me away
I was in the trenches out here tryna be like Kobe Bean
On the scene, talking shit like Draymond Till I get the ring
Walk in every spot, I'm on ten
drops
So hit the studio and don't come back with some dry ass bars
When you go in, bitch you gotta fight them all
Blast them hard and hit ´em back
Match
Fading into
My make-believe world of
Surreality
Sounds of the night
Breezing through my mind
But I still look behind
No, the groove is a blessing in
The reason I do all that bragging and boasting
I'm really just hiding behind my emotions
You know how it is, raised by a lady
No daddy no brother my
on another hype y'all don't know what I know , in the studio just left the bank all blue hondos, my girl tired switching channels cuz I'm counting bankrolls I
trails behind
Airplanes - soaring through the sky
Jet trails on the tail of a passerby
Passed by in the passing lane, my past, bye
I don't wanna see you
the mist as
We travel by the twilight
Got tools for the tools
I guess t it's die time
Moving by the moon
We bring terror in the twilight
A shadow in
your golden cage
Then turn the page on the demons in your head
You gotta step up
Get to the bottom of it
Dig deep and go behind the scenes
You
eternally
[Chorus:]
So free your heart leave your life far behind
In the cold dark winter skies escape the pain inside
Now feel your soul lost in scenes
Used to be in lunchroom playin' dominoes
I don't want to have to go to funerals
I gotta start sleepin' at the studio
I don't have no time to be no
gleam
In the Tank, where ideas stream
Behind the scenes, the struggle is real
Hopes and fears, the entrepreneurs feel
But they stand tall, against
Weezy, fresh, and unplugged
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Give me a big fine bitch in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the shit in her
and it's sad
Takeoff, you will forever be in my heart
It's been over ten years since I met you at my studio
I knew immediately you would be a star
You
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome
in the game - and still going hard
Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
Uh, my whole life never been more focused
Joes the don ask Jennifer
hidden what goes on behind the scenes
Currency flooding so they wont stop inflation
The masses are subdued by media propagation
Proclamation of waste,
Wchodzę do studia i czuję te ziele, jak kłuje mi płuca, jak chlor na basenie
Biorę tę kurwę na scenę, jak pytam o ksywę, to suka nic nie wie
KRZ
I told 'em that I kissed you
But you clean as a whistle Wet as a tissue in the toilet
Love to hit that spot get you hot like I boil it
Even let ol'
butterflies
Whenever she see me shawty wonder why
Why I always leave and then the next day I'll be coming by
Shawty the coldest but I met her in the summertime
start to fall of the rib
Feed em good crack they spend every dollar for a hit
Here's a version where you live by what you give and what you said
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