Lyrics:
many artists that have a bad first album, but their next one gets better. I hope this happened for me.
All my broken dreams hanging by a noose
Just
of roulette
Your album don’t sell now you major in debt
I come out the woodwork to kill em all
Listen really you should work
Go get involved
I ain’t tryna
And not that I think it's a terrible album
Some of my favorite songs are on this album
The issue with this album is
As many people in the past have
Yuh, yuh, okay, Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album, Keep talkin' this shit, you not with
you over by 180 degrees
Don't know how I got the expertise
But I always have a good time that I can guarantee
Cause I swear I really want the attention
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
Thank you for tuning in with NahTheWiz
You know imma just get a couple things off my chest real quick before we really get into the album
You know
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
Moscow and then- London, Japan & Berlin
Amsterdam- to Chicago- when it's done- then san Francisco
Verse 2:
They told me- Don' put it to a beat!
I don't really want it but it's calling my name
"William you come and get me I can take away the pain
Come a little closer you got everything
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
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
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
't stress nuttin
Bought your album, that's how I broke the eject button
Don't stress dudes, we just plot our next move
Make niggas look stupid like joggin
(way, way, way)
Why don't you come around
Walking down Williams through Mart and Blays (mart and blays)
Call it Big Steps where I used to play (used
[Pharrell Williams] - The rapper!
Naw, dawg, go figure
With the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole
gosh
Oh juliette binoche
I'm on my way to babylon, by bus
I'm a big bloke
When I smoke, I don't choke
"hi malachi" let's talk about hope
In
of talking to myself
Wishing somebody (somebody) passing by (passing by)
Would pick me up and look inside
We don't have to be eye to eye (or face to face)
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
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