Lyrics:
it up like Pasta
Told her when you go
Trust me there’s no other
Finna whip it up
Just, just like pasta
Told her when you go
Trust me, there's no other
himself inside something like a translucent capsule, connected to the rooster’s legs by means of some sort of an also translucent wire - an enchanted
spriralin', here I go
I'm out of control like no other mic go
Stab you to 'til the knife goes dull
I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull where your eye
I can't leave it like that
M-C
F-A-B (nice)
H-B, money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with
I can't leave it like that
M-C
F-A-B (nice)
H-B, money, this, that, the other
Don't mean nothing other than
Jets on holidays and
Chefs with
Business to me is bottom of the barrel
There's no actual skill called business
It's too generic of a thing
It's like a skill called relating
Like
You want to know me
Tell me I'm your lover
Like like like no other
You want to know me all night
You want to play me all day
But when you hold me that
rather start up a day
I Can't find no other way
I'd rather start up a day
You can't find no other way
I'd rather start up a day
I Can't find no other way
no business there
See there's a difference here
You hustlin' so you can be seen
Nigga I'm grindin' so I can disappear"
I don't do it like other
why we in this shit
Remind me why we in this shit
Cause we ain't on no pile of shit
Nigga I'mma make my music from my heart
And I live and I die by
on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me Big Gibraltar miss
No, I won't diss, I'm just like off to other fish in the sea (in the sea, baby)
You know
on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me Big Gibraltar miss
No, I won't diss, I'm just like off to other fish in the sea (in the sea, baby)
You know
Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
They coming for me, time is money no Audemar
See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
No foreign broads
To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf
The other side of summer
Was it a millionaire who said "Imagine no possessions"?
A poor little schoolboy who
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
need that, my love
Next and Next Lives
We found each other in this life
I know that
We will meet again in the next and next ones
Like we did in
the experience of others while getting ready to succeed. And achieve success through a mental attitude and have the courage to face the truth day by day in every
No other choice but to get it
No other choice but to go hard
Niggas been trippin' like some Goyard
You don't fuck with me that's your lost
Young nigga
the other day I was, yeah
Today, today, I woke up like this (I woke up like this)
My girl on my left, no watch on my wrist (a girl on my left, no watch my
mangled by a great grinding fear
But that day will have no others after
No more worlds like this will follow
Because I have a plan
A very special plan
No
As the days go by
I remember we was sitting on the aisle
Wish I could take it back to the days we lost
But it's easier said then done, someone had
the same OK
Of course there's other ways, I'm taking it day by day
I'm fortunate to say, I have a chance to change
The choices I've made, have made me today
twice
A balance between god and bone
If hell is hot, then heaven's cold
Like a battle of blood, no side wins
Do the best you can just to avoid a life
Dancing in each other's arms, we're just dancing in each other's arms
Weekends with no plans, puzzle books and duvet days
Candlelit romance, cushion chairs
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