Lyrics:
one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds
of time, mmh
(Until the end of time)
(I can fly, I can fly, I can fly)
'Til the end of time
'Til the end of
Maybe it's the thug in me
you if by the end you shed a couple tears
Next to my recording spot, got 18 empty beers
Gotta go now, the hoes are callin, gonna bring em to tears
The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas
lead
Only thing for certain I know in life
Is Dahlia & Sloan are better off dead
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
wanted
The second album
Twelve precious melodies
Worth listening
Hope you enjoy them
Like if it's sung to me
Listen to twelve great tunes
are
Realistic failures are inevitable
But failures are what you need
To succeed in the end
If you have a big dream
Protect it because haters are only
the whole tomb that they calling the womb
But I'm not gonna be fooled by the earthy possessions
It's all gon' end soon and the real gon' get to heaven
It's
that you're doing well. Can't wait to see what the album ends up looking like when you make all of my, uh, corrections to it. Um, good luck
gonna be one people, human race
We got to keep our hearts in it, and find the love
For freedom & peace
I go by Reyen
& this is a product of Ocean’s
Hellish assailment
I was running, then walking, now crippled
My disappointment doubled, now tripled
Saw the darkness, started to wade in it
Led to the cave
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be -G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
the biggest
He been doin' it for the longest, been doin' for the strongest, bitch
It's the end of the world, these are the last days
This might be, this
How to end it all (Yeah), many men will fall (Yeah)
Any sin I saw (Yeah), Nina been involved (Yeah)
You don't really want it with me punk you don't
Here it is
Reminder (ar)
Reminder (ar)
I got it if you need it
A reminder (ar)
Reminder (ar)
Reminder (ar)
Think I better give you a reminder
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
closed it I know you closed it regardless
You a fucked up manager Cass'
Real managers are supposed to open
Doors for their artists
Well when it was time
are jealous
Sometime later you’ll find yourself arrested
And It’ll make you question your work ethic
You’re gonna fall from a 3 story rooftop
Wipe your tears, no need to cry
It's the end, but not goodbye
You got the universe in your eyes
Lay my hands up on your thigh
Fake friends, they all
probably lose it in the end
Class lined up, girls lined up, guys lined up
I said I dropped the mixtape and it sounded like an album
Dropped the mixtape
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