Lyrics:
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
racing
When I'm thought erasing
All the bad times
That I had, raging
Facing what I have
Put me out dazed and
Fazed by what I had
Left me all razed in
Not
No one believes me
Someone conceived me
A fluke in the night of obscurity
Played by millions simulcast by a few
A city no lights such a great
[Verse 1]
Now everybody wants to have fame
But you'll pay the price if you're not playin' it by the game
'cause this game is made up of a bunch
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
beats do I got to poop on to prove I'm not a fluke?
I want true, a true sign a growth
For you find ways to refind yourself
You win when you lose, aye!
be clueless, some fluke, some switched
I'm the same and these bitches
You know I had to say something
On Snapchat, looking at the camera
Saying
trap
She hit the block and sold for me
Standing by my bedside holding my hand while consoling me
Can see that I've been stressing and its starting
Mieliśmy już tyle szans by kim innym być w życiu
Ile z nich zmarnowałem to nie dowiem się w życiu
Teksty o piciu nie są wyssane z palca
Tylko z
dzieciaka który by nie obdarł pyska
Na tych boiskach robiliśmy bramki z bluz
Nikt nie miał komputera ale każdy miał luz
Wiesz a po co właśnie wychodziło się
album co gary pobije
Inna niż wszystkie inna niż zwykle
Inna niż byś się spodziewał w skrzynce
Ruszamy z piskiem zawistne mordy zostawiamy z kwitkiem
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
last album was "The Chronic" (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
If you ain't
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
in this
Sun settin' by and sweet fries and grilled fish, yeah
You say you wanna stay for a little while
But tell me how long I'll front you
You say
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when
Na mój nowy album wszystko musi się zgadzać
Dzwonię do ciebie, by powiedzieć
Że nie mogę gadać piszę chore rzeczy
Musisz koniecznie je zbadać
Chcę ci
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
Living my truth, why would I lie
Family I never abandon
Let the good times roll by
I'm really feeling alive
The spirit is really my guide
Live wit
Parker and Esteban Vasquez on Fluke at the Station
Mix assisted by Esteban Vasquez
Recorded at Swim Cult Studios in Victoriaville, Quebec
Executive
fail
They say every man is defined by his reaction to any given situation
Well who would you want to define you?
Someone else or yourself?
Whatever
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