Lyrics:
Bae, bae, you goin' up, you goin' up with that, uh
That new song, you came out, you goin' up with that song
You post that, you post that on the right
the doctors and treatments for my post-war condition. I ended up in Berlin, Germany where I met the producer of Hollywood Acting—a song inspired by J. Cole
on the tail of a passerby
But I passed the past tense, so I've passed you by
First rap song I ever heard was "Airplanes 2"
Funny 'cause now I'm riding off
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
to a vile place within the bowels of the earth
Endlessly cold
Endlessly dark
An audience of desolation for a wrath that is old and hard
As the continent from
and the songs he sings
That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it
He's got a simple solution to just about anything
An old cowboy and a young buckaroo were
saints and you have sinners
And children are born to both the losers and the winners
And pain gets passed down
From the old to the young
Like a package too
in time, in the middle of never
By your side everything turns to gold
From the smiles i make to the songs i write
By your side i see myself grow old
it's all gon' be by God
So let bygones be by God
Till my time done
Let my mind run through my songs
Let the music be my therapy
Let the art paint repairs
Southside of the story
I guess we're doin' it wrong
Drivin' round the country in an old Chevrolet
Playing our favourite songs
Southside
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
elevating then the fall can't hurt
Motivated by the people wit me
Or they ain't
Nigga Fail to sit and learn from you doin what he can't
Rarely show them
to chase
Out of the soul windowpanes on my face
The blues paint a medley made from the rain
It's shattered by angels and heavenly slain
It's textured with
men from near and afar;
And history can tell how we routed
The redcoats through old Castlebar.
Cho:
And pledge me the stout sons of France, boys,
Bold
to they kids
Just to see em smile niggas risking doing a bid
It's wild where we from
It's foul where we from
Niggas get shot, gone be awhile til they come
to a snow globe cracked like pink watermelon brains
My cheeks slick with saline from a dream of darker days
Visions of bodies bent on sidewalks, by the Arch
like these cuts from old school
Cookin it up just like it's soul food
Fuck all y'all, I never did know you
Bring the ProTools, stack it on up
And little
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the father
If he didn't love us, then why would he bother?
Universal mathematician, I shine like the sun
Look at how
It's a tale as old as time
The story's yours, the story's mine
It's not clear if it's the truth
But it's the wurst one from our youth
Oh we've all
chain,
Tune my body and my brain
To the music from the land.
Plant your rows straight and long,
Temper them with prayer and song,
Mother Earth will
from danger but not
Safe from love, not safe from every good thing
Some time passed, the sun and the moon sped by
Birds flew, dogs barked in their turn,
worthless
seeking vanity and labeling it “righteousness.”
little girl, only four years old,
gettin’ touched in the dark by men full-grown,
crying out loud
as Xena
I'm old school, yes
Avia and FILA
Smoking a J, listening to Mila
I clean my own house, I don't want a cleaner
I run the dance like heels
even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
You know y'all going to mess around and complain about slavery that was
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