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Till the End

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

I've been scheming
Went away a while but I've been fiending
I've missed the fam, but they know the deal
Been that way before the deal
Now the music got

They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like

heart
So I know nun left
Scramble your brain
Call it egg noggin
Haters talking shit
But they head nodding to this shit
Y'all ain't never  heard me on this

telling you can't no one wreck me
I'm talking out to my bois when I say that this song will be in your head rent free
Don't know what goes on in my mind but

Lighters by Eminem, Royce da’ 5’9”, and Bruno Mars until I need help and,
I won’t like like whelp and,
My music won’t be garbage like Blake Shelton,
People

Fuck turn it on
Oh - They done talking?
Are - Are they done talking?
Can I start?
Ok
(I'm back)
This is my album
It's a tape actually listen
Pimp

Codine

Donovan

Troubadour: The Definitive Collection 1964-1976

1992

From the album best of donovan

An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till

we'll make an album, Skyping jus keep in touch
Talking how we'll make an album, Skyping jus keep in touch

Feels like your falling down a hole
And there's

and don't cry

(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
Pass the weed lemme take it to the head
Hope the smoke turn my eyes red
My eyes red cause
(I, I, I,

Ke re wa mpona u nchebile leha u sa mpotse
I'm a star
Leha ke buwa man I'm always talking music
I'm a star
Ene ha ke so be motho fela monnaa motseng

Brown Paper Bag/Flashing Lights [Remix]

Fat Joe

Drive Slow: The Trap Party

2008

mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad

they won't be no next time
Took a puff while I thought
About my next line
Head fried but I got morals that I live by
So I could never pull a knife on my

rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out

what else is he moving
If I was a female they gon ask
Who the fuck is he screwing
How hard is it to believe I got this shit off the music
Still talking

Jay-Z Talking:

Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all

good

Nice day taking pictures on mission beach
Cruisin' down the streets of beautiful southeast
Laid back
Just bumpin' my music
Nodding my head

Why do I spend 
All of my time
Making my music
I do not know why
That doesn't make any sense 
Well I
Don't really care
My life is a mess
It's all in

And talking bout drugs boy this music's narcotics
Came from the slums youngin' spittin' that logic
Don't know how i got it my brain is robotic
I make music

Future albums everyday, tryna see how I'ma top it
I be quiet like everyday, cause I let the music talk it
Where I'm from you staying home
Where I'm from

hopping on this beat
Every album that he drop you know that is it heat
All these lyrics in my head are driving me insane
When I drop my money yeah you know

There's got to be a better way 
Peace 
I'm talking to you 
Listen up

You must be mad
Or mentally minded
You have been blinded
Don't get excited

By this

fo it’s gone
I been hustling too long, I think it’s time you put me on
I be posted by the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
posted by

The dominance is obvious, the flow's like a distillery
When my head and my heart start separatin'
Gotta get it back, dawg - the music is my Meditation
Nom Who?

I just got higher on the charts
I'm high off this music cause of these dope bars
You only brag about your money and your sports cars
But I get by with