Lyrics:
did this by myself (Okay)
Late nights in the studio
(yeah) , swear I'm puttin' in overtime (yeah)
You love that girl
But I just wanna know what's
In
by the next night
Make one phone call, pack my bags in the hall, and hit the airport to catch a flight.
"Do he take care of my on (Fa shitsho)
Do he
give a shit
I ain't trying to waste time
I just want to write rhymes
Then stage dive
Live for a rhyme
Let it guide my journey I
Rise and shine right like
with ice
Pour up a drink for the night
Sippin' and tippin' the waiter tonight
I been lit I been in flight
You keeping up with me right?
Will I be topping
to death if you gone test on my peers Catch a fade and head by head ill take you bastards to hell
Fuck you life
Im on the right this are my instincts I get
raps, by the soulful, funky brother
mothers' listen in, men will be men, for all us to win, let the family be defended
it's always a lot of tension,
shit
Watch your own people like they wedding gifts at your wedding bitch
Ya
MF right
I produced the beat
Incentivize like every night
Now you see
jokes
Yea we slinging zingers
Scrape my fingers on the ceiling
Check that's how we living
That's my decision
My mission
To get it right
By own admission
and rhymes? Just saying
I've been blazing all year and they ain't listen right, they was acting like my album was the Kryptonite
This time last year, man, I was
And keep it movin', yo the vibes right here
Three sixty degrees another world premiere
So raise your glass, 'cause we're the toast of the town
Yo, Soul
to rest u neva know a so we brave!
Right away! Strika Wave!
From queffa mek e talk den yk seh a murda
Di bomba claat nah aim fi nuh shoulder
Bay riffle
party
(Come out) Where the bright moon shines
(Come out) We'll dance the night away
I'm gonna make-a you mi-yi-yi-ine
She-e-e-e-e-e-e-ry ba-a-by
meee )
Perfectin my craft im makin theese songs
R E D finna make it out
Drunk as fuck im makin music all night longg
While these fuck niggas hate n doubt
on e'm stars for the night
Ain't gonna lie, I just want ya for the night
Girl don't be tripping I just want ya by my side
It was all about wha' was under
Calling late at night I can't get no sleep
Haunted by these thoughts of you in my sheets
Thinking bout you and it's getting deep
Told you I can't lie
Ye
Check the sides, ye now we can go
Late nights no one by my side but i don´t give a fuck
Play right
We go play right
I got the Mamba Soul
Late
[20 second instrumental to open]
[Chorus: female singer]
I... will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die
[Tha Trademarc]
For what
to dey sleep
When I never see the slip oh
One life
We all strive
Tryna make it right before we all die
Tryna make a day before e turn night
Oluwa na afa we
In Arezzo I dreamed a dream
Of Saint Francis who kneeled and prayed
For the birds and the beasts and all humankind.
All through the night I felt
like a sport
Yo E, roll out, let me hit the Newport
Boys from Compton (Geah, right)
And we hooked you up on that late night hype
Too fresh
Eiht
at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
and fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by
life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
And he longs for the shore and a charming young whore
Who'll make all his troubles away
All the noise
pride
Through the streets we would ride
Over cracks in the dirt and weeds
We'd best be home by suppertime
Just in time to craft a scheme
If you've
something like
A hundred mics
Reaching out and touching life
But the other night
Something wasn’t right
But we have to keep it pushing
Sometimes I think
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