Lyrics:
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
A residential contractor got
Her master's with honors at the
University of New Orleans
I used to go to every class with
Her her father was my
Paternal figure he'd
know one day I'll be far out
I gave her my heart but she still want a fuckboy
Baby one day you know I'll be far out
All these little moments with you
It was interesting comment, but something I took to heart
Cause If I go and chase my dream, knew it's nothing if we're apart
Though I loved when we
from Toronto |All the way to Tennessee |Daddy said to sing it loud|Go on, make your mama proud|Be want you're meant to be||When I bust out of my
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
yes one day (Yes one day)
One day it will get better
(Yes it will)
You know, sometimes you wanna fight it but in all actuality you need to let it go
gonna be a showdown, knock down, drag out
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you (I
gonna be a showdown, knock down, drag out
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you (I
of this night
Like now or never, got strenght and pride
When I feel the music I'm loosing control
Of my mind, my body, my heart and my soul
Let's go- make
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b- in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be
irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b- in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be
store
Cried, don't make me go back there anymore
You bought me candy for the drive home
I didn't eat it, stared out the window
Put on my headphones
Headed out that door
Gotta get that girl
That cinnamon dolce
In a lead role, not a cameo
Why lesser men don't say, "I propose"
I just wanna hear my girl
Uh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Nah mean? We untouchable, baby
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
songs in my discography
I remember hearing Clem a long time ago
And her voice stood out to me
So much it was so high pitched, and like
It almost had this
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
I'm out here maturing (Listen to your heart)
Fuck it, let another year go by
cnd by this time my songs are blowing up, I'm out all the time
Then one
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
shit, my life's a mess.
I feel like a zombie, trapped inside this body,
and even though this is not me, i still feel my
heart beat, slower and slower. I
Battle cry
Be strong and flexible
Bend but don't break
Don't let your fire go out
Stoke that flame
Reignite hope in the spark of your dreams
Because
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