Lyrics:
on the run
Is by a Doberman be outrun
Doberman Dangerous
Model Serena Pearl Clara will teach them how to walk before they can hip hop in my designs
Don't
enough?
There must be something in the water
I feel like spending all my dollars on ya
Standing three feet taller (standing, standing)
I'll come back
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
I'd rather live on ma knees huh
Am am thuuug
I'd rather live on ma knees
than to be a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees
Yeah Woy3 mi na
a new batch
Binging Steven Universe for inspiration
Rebecca Sugar sweet chords, then I add my bass in
Promise to avoid the hypernyms
I don't act
inspire your entire brain
I try to find inspiration, any situation
Keep my mind high grade like an Ivy League level education
We about to span to every
I'm a magical, lyrical, spiritual gangster.
I started paying bills when I was a 3rd grader.
When I turned 18 my stepdad left for the neighbor.
My mom
where you tread
Ion think you want the bloodshed
Let me start off the right foot
Leading with my left leg
I got 2 feet
But I’m 3 steps ahead
But I’m 3
long ago that fase was mine
Houses get smaller we take different names
But some things in life stay the same
"Dance me! Dance me around till my feet
on the order of 16th of an inch or smaller. They drift by the window and I can see them against the dark sky. There were literally thousands of them. It looked
the liquor with my cortisol
Two am and I'm lover boy by three am I'm on Dog mode
Four am praying to the lord I'm conflicted As shit
Lost but i know that I'm
down inside"
Never had anybody watch me
Inspirations played a key part in art offerings
Your whole discography is merely held up by a drawstring
See me
thinking God
Where are all my duns now, this shit is really getting dark
I told her relieve my stress, she bent that thing over in the back of the 3.5Sl, it
yard memories of my bare feet in grass
Sitting back on the front step we would laugh
At the neighbors when their mom cold beat their ass
I used to go
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
Vikings
Three of my classmates would have had to be injured
Before I could enter the game
If our number one quarterback heaven forbid, were laid flat by
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
these walls
Are the great divide brick by brick
Gonna watch them fall build more bridges
Tear down these walls
I remember when the world was smaller
And you can dance
For inspiration
Come on
I'm waiting
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me, yeah
Get up on your feet
or am my feet one inch off the floor?
Am I confused or did this room get smaller than before?
It's gettin' too hot out here, don't feel like anybody
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
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
gained
But I feel like I've gotten here by losing so much more.
Life won't wait for me to get back on both my feet again.
It just likes to sucker me into
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