Lyrics:
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
End of October
Leafs on the ground
It's getting colder
Days get shorter
Creeps me out
By the window, self and I
Spark the blunt
Light the incense
October six you're my favorite
Young and full of spirit
Full of short lived passion
For you
Whom I thought could be mine
Ninety six inked a soulmate
Aye
October 2021
When I wrote this shit
I can't even remember what the fuck Itwas about
Brazzy on the track
Lil boy commin for me
Claiming he wit my
Fuck a plug, I’m a grower, dnt fuck wit no cobras
Shit is getting scary, ain’t even October
Niggas jimmy carey, no mask you a joker
Keep a straight
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Living inside my superstitions coming out of ghost town
This song started as an album story
About a boy kidnapped by aliens
One hell of an allegory
Each
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling, for real
Baby, I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
You, glory (oh
a river that doesn’t exist,
inspired by the October leaves and September breeze
our minds were anything but chain linked
stickered with excitement
the truth (take the)
Get through
Right yours, wait if you just keep it true
Don't fight the blues, don't fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
of the whole album, good than #4(Good than #4)
As soon as I make a new album, I'll make the last one(Make the last one)
And If I've ever ever ever ever ever been
We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop
blues
Steady hollering about some time
Bitch I need some Room
Don?t get me wrong ya?ll I love females
That come around but after while, I need some self
I
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
What else is a poor boy supposed to do?
I emptied my wallet, my head and my shoes
Lord, I believe I've got the workingman's blues
I walk into the barber
on the first day turned the hate into Merlot had a toast by the 3rd day broke bread that the word though
Hook:
Well here's what I do say I should pour some
Late-night October, I'd call you a different number
To tell you another year's gone by
New kid, different reasons
Why I stay believing and why I stay
Looking for something
Nothing is enough
Though the thought of this
Is making things tough
Staying inside
Blue, red and brown
A child’s smile
need some closure
Big Scorpio, I was born in October
One minute, yeah, I be smokin' a opp
Then I'm smokin' Gelato, I must be bipolar
Kickin' big
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
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