Lyrics:
gwiazdę
Ludzi, co by sprzedali duszę diabłu
Aby zdobyć platynowy album, wiesz?
Prawie każdy jedzie za plecami po każdym
Kochanie - taki jest urok w tej
the stu and spits his damn mind
That's talent, That's generational
Y'all like groupies watching his every move)
If my album don't drop
Prolly got caught by
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
been
My mind fits in all spaces
With no storage in it
In a year, I dropped 2 albums
But the digits didn't
The year ain't done yet
And I ain't even
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas
them views in hopes my shit be trending too
Fuck it I don’t give a fuck about
Views the likes the comments fraud
If my album drops my album sucks
But I’m
Alkopoligamia, która na początku
Istnienia zajmowała się produkcją ubrań
By z czasem rozszerzyć działalność
O fonografię w tekstach na solowych płytach
Najczęściej
w twojej kawie
(zgaszę blanta w twojej kawie)
Dawaj album, masz go? Prawie
Widziałem, jak moi przyjaciele
Wstrzykują sobie marichuaninę
Dekadę
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hand an' laughin' (Hahaha)
And thinkin'
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
home and start flowing
Never in debt never owing
Drop a new album and blowing
Past by the place when we fought for the first time
Past by the place when
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
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