Lyrics:
cardboard
Artists that flopped, that got dropped and never got to be sophomores
Graphic designers are sitting around
Waiting for albums that never come out
it’s something about the first step give a heavier foot
Man I should’ve read a heavier book
But it’s now or never
All this waiting for the right
I washed my hands of us at the club
You made a mess of me
I pictured you with other girls in love
Then threw up on the street
Like waiting for a bus
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
The factory is cold and shut down for the day
Sheets of cold rolled steel stuck in motion where they lay
I hide waiting among the rust and fallen
Waiting on my chance to ball
Waiting on you to fall off softly
Used to move ounces through
My counselor's office
Eight ball in my back pocket
But I do not
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
stick to the plan
No room for manoeuvre
Play by the book and change how we look
And keep our heads down
Still waiting for one big score
On the run from
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
rearrangement
Soul’s stuck trapped in the pavement
Can’t move unless they make a payment
Fuck waiting, our time we making
Album drop take em to the bank
waiting on some mail from the prof
Uh, Yo
You got a hole in you and you bleeding
So it's not like I'm just calling you pussy for no reason
Me I'm
me up everyday like what you waiting on
Archie and MK call me up every hour like
When you gonna drop that album man, you're taking long
Man look, can't
a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray
(You remember that shit!)
We even did the same dorm in see-74
More than boys we were fuckin' outlaws
[Tragedy
men waiting for a train
To perish by the sword
Would be their just reward
All other debts they'd settle up in hell
They claimed that they were blameless
Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac
Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack
All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade
Boozy losers
the midnight sun
My hands are outlaws on the run
They're slowly giving up the gun
So tell me what you're waiting for
In the middle of the night
We can argue
We
I graze through the blades like a bison
Step on the heads of snakes everyday
My boots are made of pythons
Kill all the snakes in my lawn
Let by
some things, get it by any means
I disappear then reappear with a new scheme
I got fans now, I got fans down
Who can't wait till the album's out
I
has a voice
Nobody goes to the bottom
Except by their own choice
It's time for the silent criers to be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig
blessed in my life
I want you to understand that my success is your success
Yea I mean to the team everybody mehn
Everybody that helped me make this album
drive by
Waiting for the signs to rearrange, or must I revise my style?
Standing on the only side to open your color scheme
Basking in a color fortified
cast long shadows and
Pearls before piglets
I was in the woods waiting
For the rain to pass
When it came to me with a
Flash of a brain synapse
You don't
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
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