Lyrics:
kill yah
In the cease of brilliant
My recipe resultant
Come release my pillage
Come in peace she pregnant
By the rich of peasant
Jump in deep depression
Like you pushing that p yeah
Yeah I'm in the ghost yeah
Hopped up out the rolls yeah
She come in three point one four seconds
Call that cream pie yeah
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
say shit like a mannequin
Front Porch Music
Front Porch Music
Fuck it I’m going back in
Barely had a dollar and dream now I got 3 albums that fire man
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
PM it's getting late
When it's night hitting half past eight
So when my album comes checkmate
I've been treading water so long in the deep end
Swimming
get out (Boxing Day, yeah, yeah)
That's three (I knew)
Then what's after that? Nothing
New Year's
Four and what's
New Year's Eve
Five, where do
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Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
deep)
Understand what I'm saying to you? (Will make you go insane)
Yo, yo (ah true ting you ah talk, y'hear?) (check it deep)
She's been with me, been
video sucked, huh, you sad?
I came from nothing that's why I'm so good
Edge of Dallas is where I stood
I just wish that you understood
You're music is
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
get out (Boxing Day, yeah, yeah)
That's three (I knew)
Then what's after that? Nothing
New Year's
Four and what's
New Year's Eve
Five, where do
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
judged by 12 for embezzlement
Swear I'm being pushed to that point
End up like bones
Stuck in the joint
My eyes drift away as I'm writing this
Phone
guess
But don't get me wrong, we have few names to respect
Yesterday it was a hobby, nothing serious planned
Feels like I was walking by the rap and he
kandor Konhar b7ar full The problems
N3ya nsafi galbi Demon klali Klali puissance
Trip trip by my music
Trip trip by my music
Trip trip by my music
Trip
And the tears wear a colder complexion.
Humour can offer diversion,
But it dilutes real anger
And nothing gets confronted.
We are ruled by dangerous
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
bounding onstage
Britain and the world at large may
Have just tuned into Outkast, but all three
Albums prior to Stankonia
Have been conceptual
And sonic
do,
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do,
and you're damned if you don't.
Back: Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, come on,
Slice a nigga's chest and watch it ooze like there's a cyst in it
I get three hundred thousand an album and a Insta' pic
Been seeing some man grinding
on froze
We cold like that we bold like that
Can't no one tell us nothing tryna stop us
Rock us, knock us down, but here we are
They told us wouldn't make it
Makin that money i want it times three
Pop a couple pills I want it times three
There's nothing to see
There's nothing to see
So why the fuck you
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