Lyrics:
cour d'école
Et rêver qu'on décolle
J'ai retrouvé dans tes vieux longs-jeux
L'album où Major Tom perd le contrôle
Ça m'a ramené les larmes aux yeux
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can replace these mistakes one by one with hot glue
Stand right there I'd
About the drug thing
Should call this album "Nothing"
Said I'd amount to nothing
And I slip through the shadows
In the late night shots on shots like AI
J'suis en avance et toujours à l'heure
Tu sais, j'ai passé trop d'journées tout seul
Viens m'faire un massage, j'ai besoin de douceur
J'aime pas
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
goin' alive
I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin'
pay?
To get that gift - start a rift
Say the hip hooray
Chorus: G / D / Em / C
I wish I played piano
I wish I had the gift
I wish we’d all surface early
Analyzed by report cards, hard to live a life
when you're forced to..
UAHH, within the, PIPES of the system
Where as a vision with classism
which means
are
To the d block, to anybody else whose our motherfucking family putting down an
Album, we gon crush why'all motherfuckers
Well this one is
card smaller
Than his palms with grooves
On it's surface the
Street is quiet, the sidewalk
Clean as he walks
He occasionally slows to peer inside
man instead I'm saddened
Guess that's why they call it past tense
It's tragic jurassic my album be slappin'
You lack in theatrics, imagine
Imagination
Go farther no we won't bother being bothered by the things that you say
No problem won't get caught up in the product that they pushing your way
No
drown
If I can stand
As the darkness tries to
Come Take my hand
Then I'm in command
Under the surface
Not bothered by anything
By anything
I won't let
and mc?s roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I?d be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
And the shining,
Went from minuscule to growin in several meters in sizes,
When havin beaters was seismic,
I’d shake up a niggas world it was shoot the one or be
que celle des schmits
L'album est aussi gé-char qu'un entrepôt d'shit
My nigga, my rebeu
Plus speed qu'un camé
Tous ces boloss rêvent de
what I could face
I built this shit brick by brick
and I raised my children kid by kid
Hopin' they don't do the shit I did
Cuz if they did I'd flip my
what I could face
I built this **** brick by brick
And I raised my children kid by kid
Hopin' they don't do the **** I did
Cuz if they did I'd flip my
look so nice in pictures
But I swear that you don’t know
That underneath the surface all the
Scary things are lurking
Come on baby let me take you home
O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch, I'm the same
Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
Made thirteen
l'monde a des vices
Prêt à faire du sale, on prépare le listing
L’album débarque winter is Coming
Pas de plan d’com pas de merchandising
J’veux tous
hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook
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