Lyrics:
Hello
My name is Rowan Gaelen
These are my confessions
And my revelations
As I write this, it’s the 14th of June, 7PM on the moon
I’m moving station
Go, why don't you just go
Go sing
Go do an Afro-Soul album
Like everybody else?
And I was like you don't understand
I'm burning inside
I'm burning
they started laughing
What up Bossdog, good lookin' on this tea
Import that bag from Europe, exclusively
Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road,
everything
Cash rules everything
Around me
Keep that same energy
Look
Aye
Wu-Tang want the money
Blue face big hunnits
As the old saying go ice cream man got
a seven
I hope the jakes don't tail us (told me turn, ayy)
We out here eatin' shellfish
Forty on my pelvis
Might record a bloody album in my dressing
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
waitin' since like 7th grade what it take?
Thought by now I'd have the bread to buy a fuckin' lake
But yet & still it's a 9 to 5 barely scrapin' by
'Member
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
with
reporters
Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of
A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.
Clear the building,
Manic Pixie hELL NO!
All you Stans can miss me
But if you wanna get with me
It's not an easy feat
I got 7 Evil Lexes that you gotta defeat
Let's go
Boom!
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people
But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I
know it's all year right? Hah!
I'm sitting here in the middle of New York City
The night before I gotta turn my second album in
Higher than
me over the edge
And I kinda made me a pledge
That I'd keep up the streak of sobriety for at least a second
And now it's been seven months and each
go
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Stus God)
(Dhruvey Vert)
(Let's get it, yuh)
(Album coming soon)
(Yuh)
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
When they first heard us
We were working at a club in Hollywood
Called the Whisky à Go-Go, and the A&R man
Uh, producer, Tom Wilson, came in, he
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