Lyrics:
Braxton; another sad love song
Right out my garage,
With my Rolex chain on, 'cause yo, it's time to flauge
But before I hit the scene,
I go to Johnny for
werd ich nie vergessen
Baba, wie oft hast du mich erwischt mit Zigaretten, heh?
Die erste Schlägerei, „Was guckst du, Junge?“
Es war Janina und mein
found a stu
And met with Swain
See I was out to get my dull degree
I spent two years of life consumed by university
Switched my major and my school
Still
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Springsteen and Hunter
Ochs and Chapin, Mellencamp and Strummer
Billy Bragg, Jeff Tweedy,
the verses by reversing the curses
Selling out god but won't be returning the purchase
On the beat I am a surgeon
Spitting my songs while you been slurping
give it up
You can't go to court with no punk defendant
Why you need Johnny Cochran, you rolling with them Cash Money Millionaires
now
Hey, big
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
kinda but as a rhymah,
He still get outshined by an old-school new timah
Gained a bit of weight, ate up the beat from China
A song of like a hundred lines
While you down bad in the dumps
I'm making cash, you making none
Imma hit up Johnny Dang, my diamonds they gon' weigh a ton
Yeah, Arc'teryx on my coat
doubted me, questioned me, didn’t believe me when
I said I’d drop a mixtape, oh shit that was a mistake
This shit sound like an album, so fuck whoever
up by your brain
So that's all I'm doing for now as I write on the page
I know I've thanked the man enough in every song that you played
I know my
the nigga last song
You ain't see his last video
He was talking on the cash phone
Know you seen all his partners
Strapped, wearing bandannas man
Screaming
Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm M.I.A
My mind is off the meter, motion pictures
Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash
Blacked out balaclava
She
I’m trynna make me a living and get this cash
In high school I put my dreams to fruition and went to class
But I was writing rhymes the whole time my
later
And I'm heading over
Straight to the record player
I'm a scratch the wax off the back
Of this Johnny Cash vinyl
And there ain't a damn thing
That I
this Johnny Cash vinyl
And there ain't a damn thing that I know about doing it properly
And there also ain't a damn thing that you could do to stop me
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
load my nine with 100 rounds
Sex money murder
On my album
They singing out of town
Miami nights in the S class
I remember
Yea it was a movie
Thought
sorry but I recommend ya
Quit making music just to cash out, cause I been hearing shit that really makes me wish that I was passed out
A bit of change in
just laugh at him
That money take a bath in it
When I die just open my casket throw some cash in it
Yeah I got a following like I was born in Nazareth
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
'cause she know I got this cash (Woah)
Ain't got no time in this hourglass
(Yeah) , my eyes was havin' bags (Yeah)
I worked too hard with E-V-E
She be with
understand what you're
Going through man
So I was looking up what my lost name means
What it's origin is
My last name is Hynes, H-Y-N-E-S
Gets spelled
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