Lyrics:
their own thing
This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
G’day, g’day
Tell me, how you, how you going today
G’day, g’day
Tell me, how you, how you going today
I’m Kegel, I’ve been lost and found
In
whenever you feel lust, you feel lost, yeah
They came to play, I didn't wanna play I live by days, I live day by days
No time to waste, ain't got no time
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
crook
By plot or buy scheme we drop Training Day 2
And done a headline on the
Run facin' fed time
Had me runnin' so long now my legs tired
Love expired,
love)
My man sugar boy
(I appreciate you all too much you know)
Another day another hustle
Another Album another 17 Years
I'm a sinner (I know) and your
to second guess it
Need some rest, so I slept in
One day of the year, it's mine to celebrate
Lived through a couple years, fourteen by today
All about
and saints living under the same sun
Holding the key to the world in their hands
Our time on earth's drawing nearer the end
In the light of judgement day
We
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
teeth
And to my patron saint's great bliss
At night
I Kept out of fights
Oh well
I guess the road less travelled by
Was never coming into sight
Safe
is a mystery
Drunk on the blood of the saints
War
Waging war against the Lord of lords
Burn
She will burn by the judgment of God
Fallen
Fallen is
Excerpted from the Gospel of Saint Patricia
Decided to enlist your dear younger sister Paula sent her a text at 630 in the morning on a Monday
Which
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
heavy bags
'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags
My throwback game is wi-wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number twenty
testify
I'll change my mind
DBE is the wave SK CM can we be precise
Got coke for days still sell heroin
You can't beat the price
When I trap I use waze
Mum
See, most of my life I never had shit
I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit
Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth
Thinking was I really
only grew divided
By the day she wants to spring, I can't help but be delighted
I invited her into my life, and we derided eachother
Far more fighters
the beginning of Hell all my friendships fell
I had to focus on myself and make an album when I'm well
I found my best friend after three days lying dead on his
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
gonna follow the sun
I gotta shine by the world
I gonna sing it this song
You bloom like a daisy
You got me feeling so breezy
Day to day you hit you hit
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
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