Lyrics:
the name
Yeah, papercutz
Papercutz, Paper
Here we go, papercutz
Papercutz, paper
Paper, cutz, papercutz, paper, paper
Are you gonna do another album
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
damn delay
Now you lookin at me like no fuckin way
I'm heading out tonight
And my plans fall into place
Got my paper stacked up all in my briefcase
I'm
you got it
It was there from the start, I just hope you spot it
'cause it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper
Words to live by will leave
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
on 9-1-1
While you kicking up punchlines and puns
Man fuck that shit, this is serious biz
By the time Bush is done, you won't know what time it is
If
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
it's not my fucking problem
These are just songs using lyrics made by a made-up alter ego
That are read off a piece of paper
This alter ego is simply
Inspiration
Where are you
I've been waiting
Where are you
I've been patient
Where are you
Planned to take a break from music and I wrote an album
so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar liar liar liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I
I'll start cause only Jah will create it
I'll just name it Edutainment
People sit and they look at my album
like a problem, they try
This a token of my affection
Wrote these thoughts down on this paper while you were resting
As you get older, your life takes a direction
When it
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
11s
Keisha got a twin man
Huey was a legend Keisha had a baby baby father flew to heaven
Best momma ever had me focused every second
Just left Macy's
and paper airplanes
And rare records
He had around a million and sixty
To change America through music was his hope
And to make some money because he was
the basement
Like my projects a grow operation
Deep seeded anger sprouting from reigning hatred
Zig Zag papers to ease this aggravation
Weak morals tempted by 7
Damn, another year gone by. Homies still locked up, couple homies resting
In peace, you know what I mean?
Born and raised through out
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
This is a public service announcement
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