Lyrics:
guitar, SD-card
Those were my three starters
And I’ve been going through the motions
But it’s time to break out and be me
Tear down all these stupid walls
it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time
penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time to build
it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time
and ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words (I love you)
When that's the one for the birds
The first time I was invited into the house next door as an adult, I noticed the distinctive
Shape of a guitar case resting in the corner
My host,
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
alright, alright, you get it
You get it so it's 8 PM, I'm about to record
At Hans Zimmer studio, i'm a little
Nervous 'cause this is my first time
With
am I doing what I'm doing? Not "what" but "why" is crucial here.
Time to step into my audience's shoes. Who are these people? Why are they going
the fire of fresh breath
I'm acoustic, a nuisance
Air in my lungs feeling punctured
I got grooves in me
I'm accosted, disgusted
Lumped by all my sums, it's
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun cheap and cheerful
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (bah, bah)
Get down or lay it down
or giving in just yet
I took the photograph down of you in my room
Painted the things that I saw in it
My mattress on the floor without a bed frame
My three
it for the two time.
I say a little prayer for the good time.
Cus the way the life dey go, God for do we show, man
for do then blow!
Its money on my
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state
I'ma break that bitch down
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end
down
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end up takin' time off
Had
get for tryna act like a diva
My boy Ash knows I don't ease up
Don't ride with the followers
I roll with the leaders
Don't do it by myself blood I bring
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list
It's like
One, two, three, four
down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's
terror who wanna stop me
You joking, and I split you right open, like an autopsy
It's time, to get at my next victim that girl I was chasing
Got a tip that
(saxophone)
Once upon a time
It was in albuquerque, new mexico
There were these girls that worked at the college
The were really cool...
(they thought so
world want from the king
Flow legit, chick legit
I had to write this down right before my trip
The waitress being rude though
But it's cool, we good
from happily
Not half of me, came from a fantasy
Now I'm flattered in vanity, hang it up like tapestry
Floating in my canopy, standing tough that's
get you custom put together like a
coogee sweater I love doing me but I realize my bitch do
me better Whether or not it's for righteous endeavors
I'm
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