Lyrics:
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
The music business to Charlie was nothing more
than a sacrificial lamb to be led to slaughter and the weapon of choice
was his record company that he'd
waiting for finally happened, I connected with the A&R of RCA records and I was asked to submit music for Kelly Clarkson's Christmas album. I had
And put me down on my knees
I wrote an album a month
That´s what I´m best on i ain´t in a bed
But still I´m getting slept on
Trynna find another rapper
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
by trade
But a servant of the Lord is what he’d really like to be.
He’s the one who listens best
Remembers most
And shoulders other’s burdens
I See Her Dancing Jim Aitken
1
At twelve I see her every day, passing by my small café
Clutching A single red rose
She comes down from her Tour
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it, it's
BY THE TIME YOU GOT TO PHOENIX
(Jim Webb)
« © '67 Jonathan Tree Music »
By the time you got to Phoenix I was rising
I read the note you left
home
Used to be snake on my phone
Now I'm making albums
Never would've guessed how quick it'd be
Or how that redefines the dignity
Browser private for
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
broads and fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, neat roof
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right, off
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
more hustle and bustle
And no more telephone lines
And now that we're here
Let's grab all our gear
And off we go
Words and music by john denver
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
tell when you hear the cannons
Brooklyn is the heart of the city from where I'm standing
Watching Ralph McDaniels kept me up on my music
Friday afternoon
tell when you hear the cannons
Brooklyn is the heart of the city from where I'm standing
Watching Ralph McDaniels kept me up on my music
Friday afternoon
Yeah, I just thought we'd talk about music a little bit too
I'd love to talk about music
Cool, Dilated Peoples album.
You're putting out a photo
Words and music: jim johnston
We've spent some time together, and I was sure I'd have to hide.
Afraid that you'd discover my darker side.
Cause
Wind
(of my Soul) " and I'm a hard headed woman
So I've been told yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears?
If
roll
The doctor
Robert Garnham
And the theme music would play
The school careers officer asked me
What I'd like to do
But I couldn't say Neil Tennant
'Fuck rap music', I was gon' rob me a bank
Starving artists ain't my style, that shit'd drive me insane
Gave my mind to these millions and my heart
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