Lyrics:
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
Hi
My name is Daniel James
And this is my album, Self Talk
Thank you for listening
I really appreciate it
Right now
Whatever you're doing
Take a deep
sitting back and patiently waiting
My time is coming this verse i painted an illustration
The album on the way and this is just a demonstration
to fill the hole, I offer up this lyric
To anyone that want to hear it
Deep down, I know we'll be all right, but at times I can hardly bear it
I was blessed
away
Sleep with that purple by her side
Now she's seeing strobe light
Her last man did her wrong
And he left her mind gone
She's just fading away
Till
at unpredictable times and either miss her man or wish he was dead
But she would never stray, she wanted it that way
At least that's what she told herself that day
boy tongue out for tryna say sum funny
Rather be by myself cuz all y'all got hidden motives
Freestylin all the time but they still actin like I wrote it
Mustang banging Sonny Rollins, the windows down
Unique the style, every time i speak you hear the criminal
Spitting foul, I'm an evil child
Synonym
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
know I'm dope by the look on ya man face
I'll buck'em until he numb, he won't even feel out of place, squatter cold case
Caesar can talk brought in
Yo, tell 'em we back in this
One-of-a-kind spirit's
Be remembered with the time
The sky's the limit
Bitch I'm barely in my prime
This ain't half
just keep avoiding the obstacles
Aye Aye
Said momma I made
Momma I made it, your son gon famous
No lie, loyalty's what I go by
Stack and flipping it
Fuck sneak dissing in the circle
I'm wit the homie we both need
To smell like purple I'm chilling
And It's no commercials I let you
Know now my whole
One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination
you, waiting for you
With nothing on
(Rap by Chyna Whyte)
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
effervescence top of my class
The ghost writer of my own album
Whoever said no man is an island
Never met me
At minimum my personality count for 3
Skadot
always telling lies
I never hang with fakes
The truth can't hang with lies
My soul a fire blaze
Passion deep inside
I know this is my time
I know this is
Feelings changing, ohh
Thought I'd weigh in by now
Secret places, ohh,
Where we go to hideout
Comfy in your arms
I'm a love boy at heart
Yes, I top
seen
But be right there by your side soon as it's time to eat
When they killed bite down that shit cut deep
I couldn't even form the words to reach out
a long time to make this shit, you know
A lot of shit had to happen for this to happen
I appreciate everyone that stood by me during the ups and downs
This
out to Warren just so I can be like G and em
Stopped by the plug down the street and I bought three of them
I'm not no Lil' Mabu I'm not no Lil' seeto
shots, call it Don Julio
But they don't really see me though
But they don't really see me though
All night, life like a video
Prime time, something like
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