Lyrics:
dry
I’m drug in by my tide
It’s been fun I tried
Lord Lord Lord
Blessed self love straight up
You don’t have to look any further
Pray up stay up
Know
time spent towards me
& in turn, towards you, the listener, ya know?
This album is a reflection that you can do whatever you put your mind to
Follow
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
dee I shout him out for the bar
They crossing out that shit hurt my heart I had to stop showing love
I got Glock wit your name on it
I hit bitch left
did
But every failed attempt got me resenting your carved pumpkins
By middle school I couldn't force a smile on my own
And in those very same years, we
you be on the fuck shit
And I got homies who can cut your face open like pumpkins
220 lanes, that's my city and my town
Holler at your boy Millie
come last
And I always came last
Now I'm dealing with the feeling that the could never last
Coz you always put me last
For your Love I always lust
You
come last
And I always came last
Now I'm dealing with the feeling that the could never last
Coz you always put me last
For your Love I always lust
You
a phase
I'm not even doing it for your love
Not even for the praise
They really try to hold me back
Putting my album on delay
Crossing through the critics
pumpkin like a jack-o-lantern
No need to hide behind the mask when you cover your pattern
Trapping out the haunted house like it's October 31st
Life was
Lay down your top men for playlist placement
New waveforms made more
Played more, by me, than the people that it's made for
Boy we made lore, paid for,
The truth is in the eyes stand up for your rights
They don't wanna see you shine cause they blind to the light
And the hype and the facts get twisted
Suckers
are in love with Toes
Are you a player? Cause you are in love with Hoes
Oh fuckin' shit, you just got exposed
Tyin' your eyes out, listenin' to Blond,
me my money man fuck a celebrity
Fuck all the fame I'm holdin integrity
Smashing these lyrics and killin these melodies
Fuck all your hatred
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
it's grand
Just holding your hand
We're gliding along with the song
Of a wintry fairy land
Our cheeks are nice and rosy
It's a motherfucking motion picture niggas
Meek Milly Flamers 25 I love you nigga
It's the beginning of the end
For you niggas once again
Its your
an A to the K
Get your ass spayed like bidets breakin' your legs
Eight different ways, aim for the waist, you chumps don't
Even know how to do somethin'
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
Uh
Ad Looch
Ray Contour
Look
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
I’m all good
With your champagne party
Your all good
With your fake love
rushing smashing hit it
Like i'm getting some cash in We don't make it to the end Never forget me your favorite Past tense heaven i'm here Consider baby i'm
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya not, cause your thighs got me hot
Only one plan, that's to rise to the top
I told you before,
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