Lyrics:
mort, c'est l'album de ma vie
J'suis rentré dans ta tèss, y avait pas tant d'cadors
Les pules-cra vendent la mort, j'm'en fous d'tes ventes balourd
dir keine Sorgen, alter! Ich hab Graspäckchen da
Ja, der Mac ist am Start (yeah), bring' dein Album nicht raus
Steck's dir doch einfach direkt in dein
Social Season
I'm about to level up
Level up
I'm about to level up
Level up
Call me the one with the vibes
Swerving on I-95
Got my girl by
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
I thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink to
Tell me what you want to hear
Silvesterfete
Und es spritzt Blut, dank der Kettensäge aus letzter Ehe
Ich speicher das Filmevent by Hiddencam
Auf die Frage wer soll das hier sauber machen
doing these things from when deyja was ran by randy
So the bars are sharp like a Stanley
Overstand me
I like Bashment
I like Jungle
I like electro
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
narcissistic
Plus a shark at business
My art is dark and twisted
On the roof I'm getting chased, by two cop vets
Trying to memorize my verse for DjBooth.net
well with the pen, now I'm sicker again
Y'all been waiting for this album to drop
And off the top like a pringle I been waiting to pop
It's my time,
Kranichstein, Lowrider, High 5
Aj, dreh' dein Album auf Stand-by
Jetzt kommt OL, Bandanas mit Tec-9s
Du solltest wegbleiben, alles vorbei
Du weißt doch, wie
Rap- Raprebell, Rap Rebell, Rebellizzzy
Drive-by, Crimetime, es knallt aus dem Hummer, der
Schwarze Scheiben hat wie ein Schallplattensammler
Ich
Knarre raus, pass auf! Mach keine Fehler
2013 Azzlack Randale. Mein Album wie ne Pumpgun in Merkel's Visage.
Keine Toleranz zu dem Bastard Sarrazin
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
m'faire sucer dans les bouchons
Les autres mc's sont touchants, quand Sadek pose tout change
Boucherie, j'peux chier un album en me mouchant
Et tu
Armee
Bin so stolz auf mich heute, wenn ich deine Art seh'
Nach meinem Album gibt es für euch Pisser kein Plan B
Hab mich ganz alleine hoch gekämpft
hard to keep
My head straight
It's like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
Walk on land, stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me
it's never any fun
they say they already have a pussy
they don't need
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
a shitty job, 5 days and 50 bob
And after debt collectors I got just enough to get written off
My crew the dirtiest Funkoars you heard of us
Second album
This song is definitely one of the 'filler' tracks on the album. Never played in concert (that I can remember) and hardly ever mentioned by anyone.
Mountain Landis
Kenesaw said drop that glove
Or I swear by God above
I'll make you regret playing baseball
And Shoeless Joe looked up and saw
Stevens (ASCAP)
From the charity album "Voyces United for UNHCR"
I was walking alone
And I was trying to find what I wanted to do with my life
So I know
Freeze in a moment
Do not move
Do not breathe
Do not do not be
Freeze in a moment
Like a photo in a frame in the album of your brain
Do not
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