Lyrics:
you bring home the butter?
I don't know
They say a psychopath is born
a sociopath is made by the
cut-throat moral of the world
and the real stone cold
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
write
If I start it tonight
I'll have an album by light
I'm counting on slowing down
Won't give up the fight
They say I spit it too white
When I do what I
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
Baby, I'm comin' home, I know the kids miss me
I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey
I spent the last twelve months locked in
But tonight,
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
[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
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
Man look
You gotta show me
Show me you care
This gonna be a lot so you'll need a chair
Baby girl your such a star
I wanna show you off by being who
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
with this shit for half a year)
Didn't break a bone?
U fucking soft
Leave a home and throw a rock
Scar on my head
Don't give a fuck
(Living well, no
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
all a masterpiece
Since then Nic, never gave up
He be making new songs, ep's Even albums
All by himself and that's the thing he Loves
Staying
Oooh oh oh
Da da da da oh oh oh
Da da da da oh oh oh
It's been a while since I've felt alone
It's Christmas time and I love
When I celebrate at home
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
worries in a cloud of dust
Right there by the old fence post
Yeah, we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little music
And have a big time tonight
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
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
effects me
Pain
And I know
It echos
In the brain
Yeah
Pain
And I know
That my home
Is a grave
Stay driven by shit that effects me
Pain
And I know
It echos
Yeah! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try this at home yo.
Yo yo yo
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
don't care if he was vulnerable
In a home full of drug abuse and incest
Or allegedly brainwashed by white supremacists
Whatever the case may be for him
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