Lyrics:
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
Cah it could be worse
Two G's or checkered squares
Which one does she prefer?
I'ma buy my mum a crib before
I buy a bitch a purse
I'd rather be inside
One, two, many three times you gone see them flop
For far too long
I was in the dark just picking at a bone
I was weak, dead and starving always looking
constructed by a particular mix of chemical elements
Together minerals have an ordered atomic arrangement
Yes they are a chemical
They are usually formed by
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
[Chorus: x2]
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I`m tryin` to take me somethin` home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
at them ingrates
So Guess Who's Back with album two?
Trying to be Like Mike in Bow Wow's shoes
Aired up thinking that I made that Space Jam
Paired up with
from album two
To bring this record home, we need one more genius breakthrough
So now enjoy as we autotune that fart ten times for you!
my hand on the mic
I'm a lyrical miracle you're
A spiritual criminal
Metaphysical syllables written by
The invisible
In two ways there's no pen yet I
duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat
the vision, making 20 albums every year
That's two decades
Worth of albums of the year
Don't try and talk about my peers
They puttin' no pressure, at the bottom
This my new album, it might be my last one
I am too old to be trying to look young
I have a daughter and she is my son – shine
CHORUS
I’m a dreamer
crazy payola
Childs play, crayola
It hard 2 stay sober
Stay closer to where I'm supposed to
Never distracted by da madness
Too busy studying classics
N
I’ve shown more loans then condoned by phone,
With Poe monotone poem’s breaking your bones!
Yeah I been dethroned but will old testaments be stone,
Do my
I just landed bags on the door
Smoke up a blunt man my backs been sore
From all these flights oh my that’s not tour
Just to finish up the album
Wait
And I just was playin' your whole, like two of your albums
Like for twenty-five minutes, literally
And then I went on my phone when I just got out of my
on
Lead the boys on yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats chillin
Look
around, boy I hold it down
I'm still here
Been down since day one
First album, '01
Like H2O
I'm hydrated
Come get some of this game
Ain't about that fame
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