Lyrics:
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
metal. Now, they're they're just like what's that, that other lot, the
Bleedin Bojack Company! You know, I'll find an abbreviation for the MTV mob, don't
in this by yourself
When I need help I know I really do
I find my peace when I'm chilling in stu
I be going crazy when I'm sitting at the booth
Feeling
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
you don’t think so, you ain’t carin’
No opinions, only facts here
Only facts are what I’m sharin’
There’s a thing we have in common
I hope that you
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
like a swiss knife
Never been a rich guy
But I'll buy the biggest coffin for the old
Me when I find wherever it lies
Some of you missed me writing lines
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
I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views
Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you
Into a box, where your son don't
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
your right girl
You probably find one of them, "I like art-type girls"
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype, girl
And I was satisfied being
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
Dear Gerald, you're fourteen years and a truant
You're trying to find your place, and figure out where you fit
You're finna start rappin' with a kid
a good thing that it rain
When you really fucked up
Just know life finds a way
Wrap my mind around this situation
Always find a way
Thought I wasn't makin'
December 24th. I wonder if my Lola knew that when she named my mom, I seem to find Christmas clues in my life all the time. There isn't a day that goes by
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you
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