Lyrics:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Eldee the don
And I just wanna say thank you for buying the album
For supporting me through my
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
where is the album
Drop a song now, new one in an hour
These niggas hate me, yeah they all doubted
But still be searching my songs in their browser
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
to make everyone around me proud
It a lot of stories but
I have to cut it short
I was strolling
Hey
You have to listen to my album bro
West gang new
acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
The Album just dropped, never heard it before
Got a million plays, but ain’t talking bout songs
I made this album, to write all my wrongs
I’m trying to go
to a brand new era
Yeah, it's a brand new era
I'm the future of the throne like Bran's new era
I'm changing up the codebases from the old faces
Keep it fresh
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
to promote
What can I say, life took control
Priorities changed, paved a new road
Still made songs, how could I stop
Diamond in the dirt the album I dropped
I
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
instrumental solo in the song
Two little..
Growing up, I was surrounded by the sounds
Of all the mothers mourning their loss to heaven from this land
Like Hank,
buddy
What's the deal
Yo, how you feeling, bro
I'm in rat mode and I'm still living
Alright, bro, what do you think about the new album
Your song's out?
astray
I attended service at a little church in the country not long ago
A prayer was led by an old country preacher
Who then raised his hands as everyone
the
Memories, experience
Motherfuckers, gentlemen
2010's
I loved you all beyond the end
I just love it all beyond the end
Lightning, red
It's not dead
It's
as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh
in my eyes, I'm just letting time fly
Cause when it's fun it flies by
Got that, old soul with that new school flow
Got a guitar in my hands, just
Another blurry render in my viewfinder
A new kind of bird who's ever out of reach for a wildlifer
Armed with a camera I quickly snipe
Creatures
for the white kids who still singin' that "Thotiana" (Huh?)
In the back of they mom's new Honda, sayin'
"Please play the song 'Mo Bamba'!" (Hahah!)
This
never quit hoein
A bad habit, I picked up along the way
Break a bitch, and make a new song every day
I do my own thing, I'm original
I was "Born
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