Lyrics:
me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine
You paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game
But you changed
of not hatin', I'm alarmed by it
I'm appalled lately, did they work, but the fuckin' dog ate it
Got the dog in me, let me park by the crib
No park by
copping popo
These vixen she using her pussy for prophet Gogo
To make it rain dear Donald Cupid and blitzen hoho
So dope mojo niggas singing k-ci jojo
No
the game by myself
Had to do it by leaving my wealth
Know I am nobody else
Don't get it
Don't mention it
I am a pessimist
Bars I am writing are venomous
God
court date is arranged
Over the years I learned it shines but some days it can rain
And when it rains, it pours
Remember sleeping on floors
And for them
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
new album is streaming on NPR, it’s called “Quiet Signs”
What a beautiful album... it would be a dream of mine
To one day work with Jessica Pratt, who
I became the better version
Of the version everybody thought was a better version
Shit, hm
And rap is the reason to kill
It's murder the bars,
see him sometimes
It's breaking my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I'm embarrassed
to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I
Something's leaving me behind
It's just a feeling in my mind
What was it you always said?
We're connected by a thread
If we're ever far apart
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
pelt yo boo
It goes, shot, shot, shot!
Like Mario Lemieux
Middle of the nipple and a aureola too
Prepare to roll a few when my album leak
And make like
Don't say I didn't tell you
I did a million times
Now I'm waiting 'til it kills you
Just to say I'm right
So I can't wait to see that downfall
Rain
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
in my league you just clutching to the fence
You Hornacek trying to block a shot by Shawn Kemp
Now that don’t make sense do it, I ain’t the villain
I
I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?
down
This version 30 and I’m still unsatisfied so indecisive wow
Fuck it I change my mind let’s provide the sound
Put all this work in it better work out
This next song is just as old as Henrik
It's nineteen years old
We actually recorded a live version in France of this song
An acoustic live
feelin'
I feel there's no ceilin'
Let the heavy rain flood my home
I been known to fall
Asleep inside severe storms
They know my name at every mall
See me
We back widdit, ha ha
4800, that's still me
Let's get it
Let's get it
Oh man, ha ha
(Me) you know a nigga still ballin'
Servin' in
whatever
Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side, I don't even feel like gettin' up
But this depression on my brain, hope it change but the rain ain't
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