Lyrics:
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
it. Love you, buddy
Timmy
Yo, what's up, Dxsh
What's up, bro
Yo, when you drop that album and it goes platinum
Are you gonna give me some of those
Messenger, it burns up my phone
I am lovely song your fist album
It's your still all one and the sale album number one in the world
She is still this
Hill
Type of artist turning down a major label deal
Cause when it's said and done you'd rather keep your music real
Or drop a classic debut album
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for Kim album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they writin' letters 'cause they miss me (yeah)
It is
Cuz I ain't stoppin' til I hit my peak
They tryna stay relevant
Sell they soul like every week
Who gave these niggas melatonin
Cuz they love
ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out G where my heart used to be (bitch)
I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his
to the hood
...Cuz I love my hoes
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's under control
I got a lot of shit in me but I'm a commode
Cell phone, arrea code overload
I
love you?
I made this album to reveale my inner thoughts and discuss truth
What it's like, me without death
Would you appreciate the sunlight without
a boulevards in it
My albums coming out and I'm pulling cards in it
My range is so wide I can pull a car in it
Holding so much shine I can put a star in it
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I
the club I'm not lookin for love
Ya not see it
Gimme the mic and I'll show you whassup
Better believe it
I'm not at the bar, whatever the pub
Ya not see it
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
'Cause once you look at it
You know (Really do)
They don't
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
Barton Harlow
The Black Keys Brothers El Camino
Camp by Childish Gambino
Awaken My Love is amazing too
Modest Mouse Good News For People Who Love Bad News
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
at the starry lights
And picturing what it's like
If you were by my side
And we could stay up all night
Talking 'till the sky falls dark
Watching as the sunset
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
the other guy loses
He's gonna be on CNN
It's OK
That's what I say
It's gonna be OK
All Saints Day 2020
Vote your conscience, God bless America
And by
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