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and connected with on Facebook, Steve Lillywhite. For those who don't know Steve, he actually has his own Christmas standard called Fairytale of New York, which
I don't need nobody. You don't need nobody
We don't need nobody. We can do this on our own
That don't mean we gotta. It's just a little harder
I
friends?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
da bass, boyz with da bass
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, you better know it
Holdin' our own in the South-East region
When you come
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
and
You know, it is, it is more, it's more than just traveling the world
And playing on stage and doing things for our own pleasure
We hope to instill
comfy for the time wasted making you rich
I want to cover you in ants, bees and honey
Then take a picture for the cover of our album!
You think you
If you step in our way you best keep steppin', son
'Cause we're (movin on up) just like the Jeffersons
Now you been rocked by the Infinite
I gots
talkin Mexicans, that's in my bloodline bro
We gon' build our own cities for God and on the low
As I'm dripped down from my head to my toes
Walkin' round
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
an opinion
That is out of line
With the status quo at least
You are allowed to be
Objectified by men and dress like a slut
But don’t own
Your sluttiness and do
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
the time wasted making you rich
I want to cover you in ants, bees and honey
Then take a picture for the cover of our album!
You think you own me
You should
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
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
sometimes it's the bullet
Every day we live and learn, take it step by step
And we create our own path, until there's no life left
I hold my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
through my eyes
I'm gonna be like them, with my own purpose, my own way
But I'm just like a rock reflecting ultra violet rays
Anyway, every part of me is
stay alive for our wedding
If my album don't drop
Prolly got caught by the cops at the hot spot
Or I got shot by my opps when the block hot
Only eighteen
behind our backs new creations to learn
Semblance your duality
Semblance our duality (Yeah)
This album is an operating machine
They say our minds are too
When you wake up you see the Mic that I'm grabbing
Yeah, want to complain about my flow though
Yeah, want me to rap in slomo
Nah, I do it by my own code
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