Lyrics:
cooked get killed at night
You don't need Christ I can end your life
Lets move lets move
Man we hotter than a lot of these
Capping ass nigga's
Only
stronger now
You don't know my life
You don't know my grind
You don't know the effort I put into this
You don't know nothing 'bout this
I swear y'all some
Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don
The worlds knocking at my door, but they’ll never get me
Having fun with my music, make a little history
Said the albums coming soon, everybody’s
the Gravediggas
Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites
Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right
Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life
Now
hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck
and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
'Cause I'm sittin' on five, unreleased albums
Greatest of all time, no
taking credit for what God made
Fuck this album shit hey mama look what God made
She's mine
Catch me
Don't you, (she's mine) catch me
Don't you,
Catalyst by New Found Glory
Kings of Leon Only by the Night
Aha Shake Heartbreak
Nirvana Nevermind to make my heart ache
Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
Hot
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
you don't answer, we were friends yesterday
Now I got this pain in my chest like I benched yesterday
This shit is fuckin' with my heart, swear you're
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
album
I guess they've never felt alone
Late night at 3 AM driving with no places to go
But you don't wanna go home
All these regrets stapled in your dome
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
to take a victory lap!
Hey!
This right here is the album I always wanted to make
Thank you for listening
Good night and good luck
coming down from the sky.
I don't know who or why
Gonzo: Must be those strangers that come every night,
Whose saucer shaped light, put people uptight.
flies by I have prayed to prolong
Time flies by I have prayed to prolong it
I don't want to here u tell me right and what Wrong is
Let's just appreciate
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her
Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)
Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
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