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J'voulais partir sur une bonne vibe
Mais ce son m'a changé la donne, aïe!
J'vais devoir refaire du sale
Pour mes fans je suis toujours al
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
shoreward,
On shallows sheeted with flaming foam.
A grim, grey coast and a seaboard ghastly,
And shores trod seldom by feet of men
Where the batter'd hull
screen
Al Green had a major string of hits
And I want to be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem
My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas
I
screen
Al Green had a major string of hits
And I want to be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem
My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas
I
soldier
reload smoke ya
Electricity told ya
My moms not shocked by holsters
Nor the chinky eyed cheeba chicken hawk
We smokin that Al Roker
Froze up as I
enough so
Gimme the money and then the top spot
Make me the biggest hot shot
Ha nah
If I needed your opinions
I wouldn't be here writing a fuckin album
Its
intorno.
Stammi vicino e tu sarai al sicuro.
Costruiró intorno un infinito muro.
Che ci proteggerà da tutto il fuori
Che scaccerà tutti i tuoi sogni cupi
In The Sunday Park
Light in the aftenoon
I listen to the sound
of my dream Coming through
All the mountains or
Blueberries and greens
fairy tale
Pharoahe Monch
I had it on repeat
For that Green Piece of Paper
U Ain't Ready 4 Me
Good Times
Roll up the tree
Lick Shots
From out the chopper
Pour out
I'm
Still a different Chad might have my LLC by thirty-three
'Cause I tried coke when I was thirty-two I'm still thirty-one
But only until D E C
Drop
And these sheets are bundled up
It's not supposed to rain tonight
But I'm feelin' kinda alone
And I can't stay
You're a thousand miles away
I'd let
nobody fucking with my clique
Todo lo que yo quiera
Te lo hago mejor que cualquiera
Pero sé que te desespera
Estar al fondo de la lista d espera
Stoner
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
dioxins
My man's truck crashed, the radiation plant burned
Spit ran out, lit up like Green Lantern
Bentley on the wrist, while I'm drinkin
más de O.D.B
Ey yo sorry queen
Smoking O.C.B
All days brown and green
Still hustlin' for my dream
Hustlin' for my dream queen
Hustlin' for my dream
we go now, oh
And I never think I'd be a hero
Growing up with my dad and learning from Al Pacino
Jets fool, middle finger to all you Dan Marinos
I'm
downstream
Hit the block hotter than them grits poured in Al Green
The cops flashin' the lights, passin' them bikes
Ask for ya rights and they beat you like
Well
He took his first release
On a highway
In a 1953 green Chevrolet
An he was carryin and awful load
For just a 15 year old
'Til he laid his mind
the prescription-al labels
I do not fuck with codeine
Will not O.D. unless you talkin' overdrive
Overnight, I could write a fuckin' book of rhymes
Call me the doctor
Night...
Brings my sleepy fight
I would like
To sleep on the left side
By your meeting side
You are left, I'm al right...
I'm following
My stop time
is gon fly out, yuh
Do I miss you?
Or do I just miss having someone by my side?
So it's green and blue
None can extinguish this rapid fire
Parachute
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
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