Lyrics:
eastside shit on the speakerphone
I send work out to Georgia, it's all peachy though
Coke's all white, you think it was bleached by Ichigo
Getting money,
in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
Thanks for tuning in
We should do it again
Soon
Shout out my good friend Navy Blue
This sound like Grape Soda in the summer
The heat rising,
magnum chunks up, big enough to slug thugs out
The bubble butts hop off the cots to play double dutch
Glock in a double clutch, you don't want no trouble
locked up
Hot stuff like Donna Summer, another number one-r
And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down
Mos
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
Wait The product on the way
I supply the bars
Sensai got the base wait
Late we out here real late
Trappin by the gates
Higher than stakes
Came from
you, I love you, and always remember
Be
phenomenal
Yeah, Circa Summer ’98
I hope you guys enjoyed the album, you know?
This is a feel good album, you
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on that cakie
Get
the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades, Hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer
and 3rd out
Looking at my album like the word count
Tryna figure how much more of me you niggas need
Y’all ain’t listening, but I’m a hold the energy
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
into your blood
Supply vital organs and feed atoms
Until you put out light beams from every pore of your skin
Until they think you are the late summer
and Caleb
We was workin' on like a summer album
Happy songs
Happy vibes
Devil's got a grip on my neck
And I feel like I'm trapped
Devil's got a grip on my
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
younger so I split the Stevie and
Make them all wonder
I come with than Donna Donna every summer
They want the high ground
Me? I want the under
Rhyme books,
survive
I will survive hey hey hey
(Selena had made up a disco medly for
This song with other songs by donna summer
drop out
To grade ten drop out
To summer '05 with the grey Benz drop out
Charcoal Charger
Racin' through back streets
On my (Craig David) shit
out
Forward some summers, I'm racing the latest Merc out, it worked out
'Cept Everton's not top, but we don't talk about it
Lee and Karys don't
The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown (recounted on the second Bal-Sagoth album
whenever asking
Can’t even log in i’m in a cabin
I see them jogging they by the park and
I’m boutta tag em look at the caption
Look at magnum look
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