Lyrics:
you'll have a drink in your hand
With a job to quit and a summer to plan
By the time you hear this, you'll have someone in your life
I was gone too long
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I
Fuck! I Don't know.
That's the reason why
this song is made for who?
you and me.
どこまで飛べるかな紙飛行機
行くとこまで行けるとこまで
どこまで行くのMy 紙飛行
Fly High 想像以上に
どこまでも飛べるMy 紙飛行機
flows to funny die them go cry the laugh
Olosho wear your clothes I'm not here to straff
Chop till my belle big Lekki round about
2 million per show
Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be
Seeing...eveident with the evidence...nobody be
Freeing...wisdom...release
emissary, man
On this day, saints will be sinners.
There will be no victors, only bereaved.
This is why we morn.
Leaving the world blind, eye after eye.
out my lane
Ima steam roll don’t mistake me for a saint
Elm street is the block
When I pop in your dreams
Feet hot
Cause I’m running rap laps in
judge us by our heart not our tone and size
There's sinners and there's saints ain't no other kind
God's kids
They hard to find
But He still shine
It's
first album, it shipped gold
That's a insult, considering I did this one in Kinko's
I'm dying to see what this will sold
Will the critics diss it at all,
You hit me on the side hmm
Why is toxic love always sweet
And then I hit you on your waist side
They gat to wear box and gloves before we speak
You
roll with the boy and you know why
She likes to burn it, I like to burn it
Go to your radio station ya can hear me
Pretty girl in my section come near me
little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut
me like you don't wanna
Come see me but you don't wanna
Come see me when it's yours
I'm knee-deep put it down when you
Come see me why you don't
question the set
So much bread and cheese I'm trying to out pizza the hut
Not the shooter, .45 connect your head to the butt
Feel unstoppable cause I done
nothing you can do about it
Use to to tell you about my dreams
But you would doubt em
Now I got a million streams
You can't hang me by your strings
Every
A Dream That Kanye Invited Me To
Perform LATE With Him i Wish’
Kanye Came To The Carnival And
I Performed Late With Him
My Favorite Song By Kanye, AN
Album
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mix a little passion
Anything could happen
Making all these songs and it's feeling like magic
I give you discretion, let go of your
straight
When your name they announce it
I be ready to pounce it
Love the way that you bounce it
When the money I counts it
By your beauty surrounded
Booty
smoking on a pack
And your gang didn't drop that
Then sorry, but you're nothing but a nerd
They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest"
Tell me something I
me through
This spell outta hell hits me like a flu
Screw you
Screw you
I rather would die than meet you by two
Your spell outta hell hits me like
the fury
Growl god
Growl god
I am your god, I am no saint, I need no fake it
I am the posters on your wall, that's why I set you free
Who is Elize?
Young Rome
1st album
I'm here now
Yo yea
Let me get at y'all for a second
Yo I spit like no other
I let my flow smotha
Cities and burrows
around
I'm just thinking maybe I should put the pen down?
I'm just thinking do they really mess with how I sound?
I'm just thinking why my thoughts are so
history and pass you have no clue-
(Dajah Monae bridge) pay attention to your world never trust a soul or what you heard why you hurting me I’m
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