Lyrics:
different and I'm wantin' to be me
While I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Goin' down this album's road, with nowhere to go, oh
I've got
When it seems I've been so tired of speaking on these things
Honestly I can't go no further without this speech
Four albums was set to release before
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
can't go home (I gotta..gotta..gotta..gotta)
I've been living been in this cell for too long (I've been gone way too long)
Daylight come and I just wanna
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
in your face
Then slap the guy that made them
Been harrased by police more times than
I've tweeted the word Amen
I'm not a wreckless yout
But if I need
to him at the Police Officer Station. So we got in the red VW microbus
With the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on
Toward
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
Your leaders are twisted, corrupted by instinct
No power, just violence, obedience, 'Quiet'!
No Babylon, I will not be silent!
Babylon Police, dem
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
the killers dwell
Now I hope my album sell
To a place where we die for our street
Or we die by police
Mamas watching us get carried away
To a place where we
notepad, nigga, hold that
I'm a G by myself, you've gotta hold hands
I've never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I've never been a joke man
I came
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
the album's storyline breaks off[03:44.19]As this song was not originally[03:46.52]Intended to be on this album[03:48.01]Inspired by Picasso's blue period
damn the consequence
Cause I just need one hit to get by
And when I see you
I want to scream
Oh there's a thin line between me and the police
Oh there's
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
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