Lyrics:
me (you won't)
And make the weed go poof like me
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
things are lookin' on your side
But I still wanna pull up, you feel me?
Uh
Cause I mean you feature me on the album
And I'd like to
You know be present for
mind)
(Do it fluid, mess up my mind)
(Do it fluid, mess up my mind)
(Do it fluid, mess up my mind)
(Do it fluid, mess up my mind)
Tell me
around and bring it down tonight
Bring it on up, move in close
Let me see you and your partner stroll
Step to the left, step to the right
Spin around
went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
to the left, step to the right
Spin around and bring it down tonight
Bring it on up, move in close
Let me see you and your partner stroll
Step
around and bring it down tonight
Bring it on up, move in close
Let me see you and your partner stroll
Step to the left, step to the right
Spin around
with a foreign broad
That's long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don't get it
Hung the phone up and Satan, told me want a song with
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra read all about it!
KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
[KRS One]
ever you need it
Man" like, "you're not filling up arenas
Dude you need
The best song ever" I just sit there, and
I just sit there until it hit's me
damn self
My damn self, I did by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out
There by my damn self (Ha)
Break a moment of silence i ain't dead
My life is
should
That's ignant isn't it
Hold up now wait, take a look at my pigment
Tell me again, we can never be kin based on the color of my skin
Matter
People love to say that your different ya know
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know
Wasn't like this growing up they wasn't picking
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
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