Lyrics:
I’ll call you back in a minute, I gotta get to this money.
I ain’t got no time for these hoes if I did I’d be broke and they’ll look at me funny ,
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
"No, we're outta apple fritters"
I said "You got any bear claws?"
He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check"
"No, we're outta bear claws"
I said "Well,
right? And I'm able to read, I just mean I don't know for fact and clap me. I'll feel good about it. It doesn't mean it's true.
So I have this tour
the days it was ok to fuck with me
Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me
Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me
You ain't got a street bone
the days it was ok to fuck with me
Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me
Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me
You ain't got a street bone
for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Before politics, arguing real vs radio hits
It's all Hip Hop, you can't divide what ain't different
Don't like all underground music, I don't hate all
If I ever got to leave here by success
I wouldn't wait for you
I'd rather keep our thoughts in checkmate
And I've been hurting tryna pull
This out my
Jong
We be ill with the verbal skills
It kicks off like a drill
So observe the real
Or piss off, like for real
We deserve the mills
Like, I know you
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
in divorce
And left you with
A sore broken heart uh
Goes for any relationship too
Can leave you damaged
Takes time to heal
And rip off that damn
got caught with the seven deadly sins They want me to keep it clean like radio edits
I got caught up in stupid shit Now my heart is filled with toxins
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
It works if you work it
Gotta believe you're worth it
Careful who you worship they may lead you astray
Day one is better than one day
Time waits for no
your face,
or if your name is even Santa Claus or Joe.
I'll be right at home if they leave me alone.
That's why I only operate at night time.
Wait until
meet me on the radio
Just the way you used to do
Wait until the stars align
Send me a sign to connect with you
Oh, meet me on the radio
Pencil in
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
be home soon
I’ll get ready with silver and gold
Find some Crosby and Cole on the radio
I’ll make dishes of candy cane kisses and
Wait beneath
without even owning a mattress
I never asked for a kiss without deserving one.
If you never saw me cry before
wait for the next time I wake up on the wrong
really what I mean
I'm digging for that g-o-l-d
I could teach a class on how to prevail
101 Prevailing
I'm bumping Joe's "Sailing"
'Cause It's smooth
5'9":]
I hope niggas know
I'll show up to ya show
I'll show up where you go
Show up to ya door
4's will explode shells
For they hit the flo'
I know niggas
till the sun goes down
Wait and you'll come around
And you'll smile for everyone
I'll make you a place
A place where the shadows fall
Can be anyone or no
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
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