Lyrics:
Oooh we moving fast like Eddie
Hummm I'm solo dolo Kid Cudi
Pop adderall and smoke until I'm seeing ghosts
I'm on narcotics scooping bad bitches coast
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
If you're offended by this album then you're
shout out to Eddie Huang
or is it Eddie Huang, did I just say it wrong?
Let's talk about Xiao Ye, man, what the fuck went wrong?
I'm on that conscious
Eddie Ho, Eddie Ho
Bitch I got red eyes, smoke until I'm numb, till I can feel my heart
Pain in my soul, can't go I bet I'm thinking how I die
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
a fly by
With the number one star
In the world is my
Hitting up the tarmac
I'm a Super Spy
Like James Bond with a private eye
For the best eloquent is how
up (wake up)
Trying to get my day started (day started)
Shoot my shot like James Harden (James Harden)
On my own the same problem (same problem)
If I
ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,
exemplified by such figures
As James Baldwin, Malcolm X
And Muhammad Ali but the racism
Of the times constricted
Their ability to give full
Rein to this spirit
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
the most Lalaloopsies by far
In Bloxburg hit you with my car
Eddie Munch on the train
Steve on the train
McDonalds on the train
We're on the train
Gee-lie
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
don't give a fuck
I went up in the club
And like a thousand niggas
A thousand chicks
Was doing the James Brown
Get the fuck out of here
I'm like oh
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that
Hi
My name is Daniel James
And this is my album, Self Talk
Thank you for listening
I really appreciate it
Right now
Whatever you're doing
Take a deep
when the rents due
Yet thankless if things do improve
And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through
It's all about the groove the publics into
We was
a condom got me doubting appetizers
Marijuana problems no Viagra no Cialis
She pouting cus my effort modest
I be honest
Wishing I was cooking platinum albums
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee
Must have missed my CAT scan that day
I just threw a Tampax at Dre
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
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