Lyrics:
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will
faces with lyrics written in quiet places
Bona fide great heart of a soldier mind of a dreamer
Certain people turning their backs and started plotting
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
I'm stumbling around
Hard to make a sound
Nothing coming out my mouth
But I feel like something needs to come out
I feel amazing
Heart is racing
When
Yeah!
I'm stumbling around
Hard to make a sound
Nothing coming out my mouth
But I feel like something needs to come out
I feel amazing
Heart is
place, she was the only one by my side
Had a nigga fooled and thinking that she was down to ride
I was da one who was there wiping tears out her eyes
She
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
cnd nothing breaks like a heart
I heard
The only man who can fix it, got hit by my car
It's never too late to say it's too late
The end of every road could split in two ways
I wrote a whole album
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down,
s'accroche l'hiver mais le ciel est bleu
Ah qu'il fait bon faire un tour au grand air
Comme deux amoureux
[At a gentle trot goes the horse with its bells
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
try to shine I make your heart work proper
And that's comin from the drifter and if ya
Are-you-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E
So let the guests
stoked!"
Meet Marty, major label A&R scout, forty years old, gut hanginh out.
Red Ferrari, Marty livinh in L.A. bumps another line to get through
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
through the highs and the lows
Take a L, bet it back's how it goes
It's like my heart's turned cold
But I never let my soul get sold
Tryna live to see
old, have 5 album
I will make more music and more albums in the future(Yeah)
Oop on me, but hurt it(Wa)
They can't stop play dick, keep from orgasm(Oh)
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
and my li'l dog money
Thank god for that brown paper bag that
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (c'mon)
Brown paper bag (thank god
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears
Pull up to the party
I been sipping' Robotussin
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