Lyrics:
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand
elves inside of Shadowfell
Raise your hand if you got mad skills
Keep it up if you got mad kills
Make a fist if your party's always ready
Shout it out
someday
Got blessed by the gods but I feel like cursed (Cursed)
Got to take chase if you want it to work
I feel like dahmer I'm doing the worst
I feel like
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
you're spoken to
Bass knocking so loud I'm sorry to have woken you
Have em looking so confused
Through the coupe poking through
Make some money flip it
nonfiction baby
I'm down bad but trust I'mma bounce back
Talking small setback for major comeback
If you love me I will 4eva eva love you baby
All I got is
It was three in the morning when she took me apart
She wrecked the furniture, she wrecked my heart
She danced on my head like Arthur Murray
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Walk in the light if you with it
Sixty and up for the three.five
Make you alive when you feel it
Scurry the scene
I been surrounded by demons
Over my
the records that make up the math
I put my head down and get to the
Bag you talkin' like I got you mad
To keep it real, I'm playin' with you still
I rap hard
doing me on this lonely road
The goal is all I see
You can ask around
Too many make excuses
I just make it known
That I won't accept the life you
Wanna be by myself
I just wanna be by myself
And do my own, all alone
I just wanna be by myself
I just wanna be by myself
And do my own, all alone
to make a comeback (let's go)
Here we go
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door)
Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (floor)
Arm and hammer
on
The next pack nigga
Yo' shit ain't locked when ya
Hit it with the soda
Everybody else with the same
Stamp got A-1 yola
Bitch, who taught you how to cook
weezy raw I already know that she sleazy dawg
Smoke it by the cone
Got the text she home alone
RawxYola fly like drones
Got the packs we run the zone
Got
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
a shiv tryna make him leak
I ain't got time for the beef with a neek
You're all talk till we finally meet kneel for the king Better fall to your knees
King
still believing
This rap games got me, fuck the cheating
All the joy is in the moment
Why am I getting stuck in my own head?
I'm dead
I need to comeback
drive[01:00.23](I keep my money by my side)[01:01.88]Kinda want your company sometimes (sometimes)[01:03.56]B*** got me waiting
ain't got bars
Got better bars than your favorite stars
See man saying "go on then" in cars
Rudeboy, I got bars
I make Nigerians proud of their facial
at all the time gone
Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon' make these cuts that won't change
But things look so strange, the plague
I gots
in these moments I live for
You're a complex puzzle I'll never fix though
Got your guard up still but trust that I will make you feel real love
No need
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