Lyrics:
self
Now i will back
Back to the old town
When i down nobody by my side
I feel like broken boy
When i succes, i’ll be like a prince
I think im baby toy
the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
James Todd Smith and nine years old
When Sugarhill was in control
I'm listenin'
God sakes!!
I said 'Whoa, hold on there Chatty Baby! I said, 'How old are you anyway guitar?' And that guitar said, 'I was born in '37, on the road by
Old school music in my head
Looking back from A to Z
Hoodies with a Hooch and a Helly Hansen
Harry Enfield hack it for the mandem
I was in my
but my old self disappeared
My instincts said go and I volunteered
I'm looking to the skies as I Persevere
And I'm looking through the lies as I
And tell me how my baby's gotten so good at goodbye
It's gonna take a fireman to put this old flame out
So come on give it to me Strait
Before I come
the feeling,
Music gave ya back in the day?"
Let's groove,
September,
Earth, Wind and Fire.
Hot Pants by James,
Sly's gonna take you higher.
Minor keys
damn selves
What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame
And a Volkswagen brain
My style be kind of old, like gold
But it's
a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame
And a Volkswagen brain
My style be kind of old, like gold
But it's the reason why I still mold, see-notes in
am, my name is Mini James
Music is my drug so sorry for relapsing
If you're closed minded then you are trespassing
I may be the rapper but it wasn't by
certified by the ogs hoes coming over in heels
Rick James shit fuck yo couch nigga
Hoe open up your blouse show me them titties
My city hold the torch ms
but I'm not a cherry
I don't need a gym it's ok cuz I carry
My clothes are clean but I'm dirty as Harry
I can show u how to stunt
Top down in the wraith
that long
Where a lot of people get
Poked up and clapped on
My job really putting on for the city
You get popped like a wheelie for
Saying some old silly
I had to rubber band my bankroll stuff in my pocket
Cuz you know that shit too sloppy
All in Houston toting pocket rockets
13 Shots call him James
blessin' it
I got old money from 2017
All this cash is on my pockets, I need bigger jeans
I think I fell in love with sipping lean
Real dope boy, white tee
poison it's in vain
Touch the flame / touch the flame
Who then believes in doubt
Open / I eat my mouth
Gold light, comes leaking out
Content / I'm
Big Ben rings out, sun’s shining down
I’m walking by the river Thames
Big Ben rings out, rain’s falling down
Taking the tube straight to Saint James
Black on both sides from my
Skin to the old Jays
Just yesterday I was rockin' the Ol' Jay
My blueprint
Tryin' to see me through it all like Oakleys
He
himself into his grave
And my schooling was paid for at the cost of his lungs
Dad was an old man at the age of forty one
I never will forget how his face
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
and it's full of fear
Now you must rush out and hit another sting
Praise me as old heroin, the king
But he said be quick my friend get off your knees
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
sheep
I'm a bear in the jungle
Don't make show my teeth
I go to work all week
Every breath I breathe
Is inspired by the sites I see
The bitches wanna be
I went down to Old Joe's Bar
On the corner by the square
All the men were having drinks, same as usual
And the same old crowd was there
Oh, no...
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