Lyrics:
to blue
There are more hats in Team Fortress 2
Than there are real forts in the whole EU
'Fort Boyard' took 56 years to complete
So by the time that it was
is a place of torment
Set to be sidelined, fired off, outlined is my false demeanor talked about by the world
It's the world, not the Kingdom
switch up or double back again
Blowin' on the cookies, higher than the Mars
Feelin' like a star, kickin' back by old school cars
Little Bone Junior, I
me by your side when the sun sets
I hope you still want me, I hope you still need me
A million years from now
The seasons are changing, the lights
Side by side we'll roll along sweetheart you and I
And to you I'll sing this song as the years go passing by
I'm maybe good or I'm maybe bad but
blues
This here is your break up call
I think he meant it
Well this time anyways
Hey man I saw Elwood up in here on South Wacker drive 233
South Wacker
by her hair (it's Dolph)
In my city, I'm more important than the fuckin' mayor (it's Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear
the night
And by the time the morning comes
I'm gonna feel just right
Cos I ain't had no lovin'
Feels like for a million years
If I don't get some lovin'
the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz
Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville
I keep wakin' up all by myself
With a bluejay in my brain
Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville
I keep wakin' up all by myself
With a bluejay in my brain
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
my dad proud, brother got his MBA
While I was wildin', takin' random classes tryna find my way
Junior year, I had to bounce not to blindly chasin'
crowns?
And chains for ornaments?
They say "2000 Years ago
You made a declaration for the emancipation of the slaves"
They say you hung on a stake
lines
Dwelling on my shelf
Seven years by
I don't need no help
Got peace in my mind
That I gained in stealth
Here comes truth
Hitting harder than a belt
There's a blue rocking chair
Sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth with the help of the winds,
There's a blue rocking chair, sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth with the help of the winds
every single fucking route
'Bout to be a senior, scared as a mouse
Currently a junior with a million doubts
I'm about to be 17, momma still ain't really
know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way
up on my shit
Just that little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain't never got a million views on some shit out
Who you think you ahead of?
Everything I am is everything you all are missing
Twisting Backwoods with the faction
And we all are driven
Militant minded men, mind transcends a million
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
kiss
Always thinking how I miss my happiness
A million years it seems have gone by since we shared our dreams
But I'll hold you again there'll be no
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
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