Lyrics:
everyday
I hope this feeling will soon fade away
I'll walk through life step by step
Cause I make my life come through on the web
Through on the web
Through
hatin' 'cause his album just flopped (Let's go)
Eight ounces my steak, eight ounces of Wock' (cyy)
Thirty-cent ounces he got, is it pure dope? Not
Microhard
(repeat)
Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo
And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know
He is
my whole career for five years
As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance
I got out by a chance
Them nights was like the Superbowl watching
want to reach at least a million)
Dropping this after dark ambient
Feels strange but that's okay
I'm bambiing for some uh
(Bitch slay)
Making albums
describe the feeling, for real (oh glory)
Baby, I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
Your Grandpop died a nigga failure
Then he died
nineteen with like six figures
Could've paid tuition with tax money
Did it by himself, he didn't need your help
Fuck the major labels, took my own advice
die or go to the pen
But when a playa die, he's to the Playa Ball (To the Playa's Ball)
A big party in the sky waiting for us all
So at the funeral,
shepherd it's kinda hard
To deny when he fixed my grandma cry what a coincidence
What a surprise now wiped the tears from ya eyes no ones above
The sky
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
cows he saw,
A ploughin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were
to break the bank. you can call me Johnny Cash
Like a Goonie with the treasure, but you Oscar with the trash
Oooh!
What it is, what it do, what it could be
And I'm just getting started
But they beg me to retire
But this is my world
You could call me Michael Myers
Oscar Mayers
I'm a weenie
I'm the meanest
Pull
No shame
and
no
inhibition
Now it’s all coming to light
You’re fuckin some silly girl now
But u still fuck with my mind
I knew your brand wouldn’t
Talk faster than russell brand on adderall
So listen up i want you to understand it all
I like revenge you hurt me you self sabotage
Eye for an eye
out the blue
You can never act brand new, cause I can never look at you the same
Don't speak on my name
Making music with MC Golo yeah, he gon' let it
angle and you'll find out how he felt
See deeper in his eyes and these tears begin to build
It's clearer than the skies but it's hid beneath the shield
Rapping on nigga's shit
This shit too groovy though
Nigga had to get some
Smoking these Backwoods, nigga
Touch the sky on the real nigga
Fig Side, Fig Side
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
greatness
It's effortless
Oh baby ya better than stargazing
Ladies look up and aspire to you, baby
Ya so brand new but ya tried and true, baby
I was love sick
with my hormones (hormones)
Oh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (oh, oh)
My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand new big ol' .40, put it to his
round-up in the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my
down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
going to roll
Drunken Kaye with her hot iron, charged by the cruel fire
Fresh flesh for the star-brand, Sour's wish for her command
The horses howl,
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