Lyrics:
Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album
Yeah hmm
Could you tell me that you're proud of me sometime
It just feels nice to hear it
Barely getting by
I been barely spending time
With myself I
just an idea
It was, It's an old song
C'mon
I write songs about you
No you don't name one
C'mon you gotta listen to the album
Namedrop one right here
the chopper R.I.P Kobe
And I don't trust none of you niggas I'm by my lonely
And I'll park a nigga and that's no relation to Tony
I know I say every album is my
people don't know me
So don't show me love
No song, no album, no video, none the above
You say you listened to the single
And the album was dope
Will all
journey in a similar place
Got choirs singing on the album for amazing grace
This could be my last album if I don’t win the race
Hope I see victory lap for
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
Turn my lights on
How the fuck you quiet with the mic on?
I don't get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas
I just get my Mike on
Y'all said I
Girls
by Dizzee Rascal
Album : Showtime
Marga Man: Yo, i dunno...marga man here. with the raskit; dizzee rascal.
Yo, walkin through
fueled by my own shame
Hook:
I don’t wanna be this way
I don’t wanna be this way yeah
I don’t wanna be this way anymore
I don’t wanna feel this pain
drowned
By this overwhelming pressure and this hatred from those clowns
It will all just come around, I'll keep working for the crown
Because, I don't wanna
the truth (take the)
Get through
Right yours, wait if you just keep it true
Don't fight the blues, don't fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me
And cop my album please
We got the ganja surrounding good vibes in every place
I'm on a level unclouded by negativity
Nothing to say
Trees from the golden
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
a hater I could tell by what you post
Getting to the money I don't really mean to boast
Chilling with the homies and we gonna make a toast
I'm a living
ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
By
hard to get now I'm teasing
Now, pay attention I don't go with the flow
I make my own lane you already know
By the way, I walk by the way I talk yo
By
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
mattress (ha)
We don't fuck with full time cappers (ha)
We don't fuck with full time cappers (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch? You
really cares he died on dope dealers
But that don't mean shit, cause a nigga like me pack a 9 and 3 clips
And I don't trust a soul from them nigga by my
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
heroes"
Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
But there's somethin' they don't say
Keep
witness
Planet grows warmer
Tonnes of evidence
But the end of the world don't phase a princess
She's got it all
Living boujee
Gold Rolex watch
Handbag Gucci
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