Lyrics:
talk
(I been glorifying how far we came nigga, that's on the Bible)
Ah, yeah
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug talk
(Y'all
wait 'til the album's through
So many controversies over the
Language in rap
It wasn't a cuss that started a fuss
Now that's just a Black thing
Figure
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
That Spells Beanie Bitch
(Haha) (Haha)
I swear this is just the beginning
Album is currently under construction
Y'all better buckle up
Album is loading
strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been
Inflicted again
that's not enough man a soldiers at war
With no riches and car, so fagots stay far
And a blar man a blar don't you see dem too hard?
Just cause I'm
Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess
To decide for our life
I keep on wishing for that day
I hope it's not that far away
One by one
One by one
One by one
We fall like dominos following
that I'll go far
So I put the peddle to the floor to go faster
Look at all these feelings that I put into my music
Can't even do my next album or I'll
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
Wow
I'm telling you, if you made it this far, you a real one
That's love, I appreciate you for that
You know what I'm saying
So, you know right now,
Memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished
Like
Did the wine make her dream
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend
All the while that she wept
She had
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
seems the future's way too far away
Got ideas out my mind onto the runway
How you feeling, baby? I lie and say "okay"
I keep praying that the future
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
and blue
C'mon baby girl, sing that, uh, see'mon, didn't y'all like that?
On a ride to far and move
C'mon, didn't y'all like that? Yeah, say what, say
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
goes
They go to where it glows
While playing with the water hose
We're on the fifth album
Getting all that calcium
While hanging out with my old boy
family
If I get a caught up on cameras i'm making a statement to all my endeavors
Won't leave the yard till the album is done, only way that i'm leaving my
re-upholstered my pussy)
You know what, I gotta thank Yeezy
And when I see that nigga I'ma thank him
I'ma buy the album
I'ma download that motherfucker, I'ma
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
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