Lyrics:
she want spend the night
Up early gotta go catch a flight
Quisqueya always calling my name
On a beach with a blunt and a flame
Hoes on me from
spaz
Professor X when I teach classes
Teach how to multiply ya power by 4 I'm tryna be fantastic
I cast spells when I spit bars
My saliva Magic
I'm harry
cLICE By Kevin Danzig
She was my dream girl
From the heartland of the world
Her name was clice
c diamond in the rough
Without the fortune
and junkies nails on terror
Like clowns in Derry, I'm down for whatever
So are 10 guys stare into my eyes
Stare into my deadlights and be
Swarmed by dead flies
the same old story
Woah! Woah!
You are the rain
And I am the flame
I don't miss you babe
By your side, day by day, I can't run away
From my thoughts
same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yeah
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I
for that old 'Nolia (old 'Nolia), this for that new 'Nolia (new 'Nolia)
This for my project bitches pulling up in new Rovers
Shout out to the North,
Fallon
In hell nigga dirty dancing
Scary Jame$ nigga Marilyn Manson
Lost my deal but I made it happen
Real nigga go independent
These niggas is too
Should've paid for my sin, but instead I was pardoned
His life for mine, what a bargain
Got me reading through James, so my heart doesn't harden
Look, I don't
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
I don't know what you call me
Why not call me by my name
Windows taint, face in paint
What is pain with no gain?
Got no gains, don't play games
Don't
distant from fame
You insist that I came, ignorance blitzing to flames James
Dope must be in hell, catching hell like NFL
I tried to see eye to eye, but I
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
of roast meat.
The brief reflection was stopped by a gesture of a man sitting by the bonfire. It was an old Cheyenne with a wistful face; he had laid his
producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal king james
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm chillin'
Man my bro just made a million
Now we all can take care of our children
sucker for his money
It's so funny
Cars ride by, with the boomin' system
Sayin, "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now I'm
The fuck is that I need to wash my lips
Girl you're nasty as hell you're no longer my wish
Like the old me you won't be ever miss
I catch you by surprise
on my big stunt
Bitch I'm on my big stunt
James Bond the way
I know you like to get some
This dame is looking at me
A sense of danger
Yes indeed
To escape
Well, I went down to old Joe's Burrow
At the corner
By the square
They were serving drinks, as usual
And the usual crowd was there
Well, on my left
said she only mess wit' ballers
Yeah that's kinda strange
I asked shawty what's my name
She said Lebron James (what??)
Listen honey I'm barely conscious
pushin flames out the rear (vrooooom)
Me and Randy James been the same since the- aye
Rundberg days puttin shots up at Gus
Cops rollin by now they
don't--I don't know how to explain this to you
The best I can tell you is what my mother told me as I was coming up
She used to say, "Son, chances go
City jail city jail like an old scared dog I tuck my tail
Bow my head and not a careless word is said
Gotta sleep on the floor once more at city
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