Lyrics:
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
asks me for a verse again, it'll be my hardest one yet
Then I was out in Accra
Media run for my album, it's turnin' into a mess
If you turned in you
okay okay it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again
You see me on your MTV and on your BET
and on your local focal point video show
slowly will
Surely become Audi
5000, that's word to the D-O-G
So what I'ma do is give these niggas the M-IC
And let them prove themselves
So you can
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
won't meet again
Flew In a couple of Females I will not by them a seat again
They'll say I'm simping hard in this album
I guess they've never felt alone
Hi..... This is naimle$$,
I'd like to give my thanks, for all who have tooken the time to listen to my album, I truly hope that during your listen
Sack On Crack, what'd you except?
I got so much damn money to collect
So let's head to the bank then get me a drank
Then do the whole thing over again
watching friends again PLEASE
stream every album out by john lee hooker
watch TJ Hooker or Booker, play snooker
just don't htink about monica's
it's somethin' everybody feel
And I'd much rather talk 'bout how I love these hoes
Then to spend a whole album tryna tell you that I'm real
So I
to find a way to assess me
Different cloth, by the way that you sleep on me you'd think I came from a bed sheet
Drive a point til my tank is on empty, I'm
Overdu-Hello, and welcome to Some One Manatee Band, the first disc of The Backlog Trilogy, by Jub. I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my heart
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
Blinded by the future
Everything is past
Walking with my head down, God don't let this last
She wear pretty colors
Makes up what I lack
In muted
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
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
ungrateful
For all of my wins
I wanted all tens, so
I'll do it again
Determinate man
Than can turn glass
To sand. Everything
I've done, I'd do again
Loved all
Hey yo D, it's your nigga D
Uh-huh
What the fuck, you forgot about me?
You've been eatin' real good lately
Didn't get a shout out on your last
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
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