Lyrics:
I won't be defined by your dreams
Committed to my goals, yeah
Got to do my own thing
Keep up the hustling
I won't be defined by your dreams
Committed
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
a stage
I sense the stars up in arms
Their mercurial charms
Incensed by the liveried curtain
And hence my journey, pockmarked
By the Stygian dark
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
has infinite and unlimited power
By listening to this but also by visiting any of my albums you're literally entering my current state of mind
You
emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
musim prec
Stepnem na mick jak buf,vsetko je ciste
Kazdy risk neni zisk a nie vzdy to ide
Tak jak by si chcel,tak jak by si si prial
Je to jak fet obcas
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
wie ein Pfirsich, doch sie riecht nach Ananas
Scorpion die Gang, Ober-Rheydt ist das Kalifat
Hab' eine Walther P, brauch' keinen Bodyguard
P99er
Album steigt in den Charts
So lange drauf gewartet, bis der Hype endlich kam (mhh)
All der Hass und der Neid, denk' nicht nach (mhh)
Ich glaub', das
es sein soll)
Seit ich locked in bin im Studio verging viel Zeit
God it great, endlich im Game drin, doch ich spiel' keins
Scorpion Gang, Homies
Alabama trailer park they call home
Boy standing at attention in the corner his own
Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall
By the way father,
Uh- thats right
Reality checkin on in
Street lights eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have alot of houses and cars
Down to the glen where the roses twine
Lie in the grass watch the time go by
The hum drum mid-afternoon sun
Only his mothers only son
Black
in the ketchup your face in the reflection in the mirror
He walked through the rocks, you know
He walked through the scorpion dust
He walks
to be stung by a bee, that's just me
Or a wasp
Yeah, I'm being legit...
Got a clean record (you know?)
It really went from...
A joke to an album now I'm
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
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