Lyrics:
I keep on driving
Alone on my Island
Stranded alive
On a desert island
The only way out
Is blocked by darkness
In case I should tumble
And fall
complete
Nik-Nik-Nikes-N-N-N-Nikes
Ey ich steppe mit den Jungs in den Club jeder guckt
J1s und die Baggy-Pants der Look
Und auf einmal ist da dieser Vibe in
when the fire fell off a' his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl's pants and burned a hole in his sock.
Woke up feeling ratchet
Grab my pants and jacket
Came by on a Tuesday
I just gotta have it
More paper, no plastic
Most people are too fake
Turned
a duck she j ust want the bread
I might fly to an island, the minute i get money, wildin out, lettuce, I'm getting head..
And I'm dressing Italian like
My whole life I was living like a trapper (trapper)
Shackled next to Casanova, locked up on the island
I don't brag about it 'cause it never really
life ain't a choice you just cope silent
I'm always scope sighted, spotting yo boat by a lone island
The black flag has risen, you praying you wishing,
Dark times in the cold streets
Made me get up, made me go eat
I done did it by my lonely
I was starving, I was hungry
Dark times in the cold streets
foam
This nature shake has found its way home
A lonely beach umbrella is calling my name
Sleep by day live by night
Dancing when the moment's right
I
the frosty foam
This nature shake has found its way home
A lonely beach umbrella is callin’ my name
Sleep by day, live by night
Dancin’ when the moment’s
I got that super duper flow that puts the ants in the pants
cll the butter in the world ain't half as smooth as I am
Every time I kill a loop it is
One-two one-two
This is a groove, why'knahmsayin? We just gon' get down
My name is um, Biz Mark
Got my man Cool V in the um, in the um thang
on and J's with a lot of bucks
And you ain't gotta know me
You could tell my dollars' up
Poppin' collars in the club, turnin' bottles up
And all the models
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
the neighborhood ghost
[Violent J]
I started blowing her up with séance after séance
It's my turn, Violent J, to get in them pants
We went for ice cream but we
the fire escape, I made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bullets
I'm losin' my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
"Ohh.. you got to give me some now!"
[J-Zone]
I'm backed up like the D, six in the evening
Crashed in the center lane before a Yankee game
I like
dick to dick might be a tadpole
Come put it on me baby I'm horny
Like J Cole Ima hit it in the morning
Don't leave me lonely yea
Don't be a phony yeah
whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
Live niggaz, I love y'all for
mind be flying so free
I'm in control of everything
My life is like a lucid dream
I'm in paradise my lonely days and nights
On this island
Surrounded by
smooth, I been hip like I'm whinin'
Lace me up, I can't trip, I'm survivin'
Bout my lonely like I'm on a island
Catch a breeze and I'll never stop glidin'
told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we couldn't afford
The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
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