Lyrics:
silence (breaks silence)
Pushing me always
(Our time our time our time,
it goes by)
While you can get rest well,
I think somebody
Just with my songs
to be
Allah Math, dig it
My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
Woman are getting eat up
Look at this paper
from the very start
Seen so many people crossed me, I don't know where to start
Uh, that bitch left me with a heavy heart
Yeah, still on them papers
of soul before paper
No gold before labor
Truth told with no glaziers
Days are getting darker quick
I was told it was written, I'ma author it
Wanna go
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
write it on a paper.
You just make it up, I don't write songs, I make them up.
They don't exist on paper your songs, don't they ?
Sometimes I just
on the surface
Where we can try to congregate
It's not too late,
To believe that we can get it all again
Brick by brick,
We can build it from the floor,
If we
Hater Hater
how does it feel when you u see me countin' paper paper ?
Some don't like me cause I left the block
I can't be about 40 still on the block
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
Beneath the surface, sealed by the floors boarded up
Seal the lips of your voice with haste
And cower at the sounds as they make their way
Surprise speed
not thirty"
Real talk, listen up, I got one song, let's make it right, let's go
I'm high on life and a fifth of Remy
From the city where them young
the pictures by Picasso you can't even simply read it
If I state you as a Diamond
You'll show off as a sample huh
Then get the hell out of my life don't make
Introverted
Seen as social burden
Thurst for purpose
Still on my dreams I'm working
Words working
You're the worm beneath the surface
Thriving in my
(Mhmmm)
Wrapped in paper, looked like we got TP'd
I stack it like a neat freak, now they acting like they need me
(Uh-uhhh)
Tuck my blues now I get it,
oil ranching;
And when the rain hits the surface it is soil blending;
Verse One:
Hot ten tot tongue;
My words do not sleep, neither slumb;
goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but it's not enough
'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
I look
Yo B
Let's go Harder than we did on Serpents ight
This should be easy
We Naturals By now
Let's get it
YEAH!
Notice
I put all you niggas
Imma Notice
Ladies and gentlemen
You have now reached the midway point of the W.I.L.D. EP
Sounds brought to you exclusively by Mystik Liyon
I hope you enjoy
the way you say banana
This ain't another love song, it's more mild mannered
Paper cut so thin, you could see the parts
Got these cowards all around me,
I'm fucking with Real G's, fucking with real cheese
You know I got to fuck with them and stack the paper
I'm fucking with Real G's, fucking with real
of my song with the point of a pen
Simple words can be come clever phrases
And chapters could turn into books
Yes if I could just get it on paper
But
till your eyes get cataracts
(Snoop Dogg)
Who got a girl layin' on her back?
(Snoop Dogg)
Who's that makin' that paper stack?
(Snoop Dogg)
You
reviled though distant by miles
These bipedal rats still elicit a smile
Don the misanthropic lorgnette
Staining rose-colored humanistic sight
At the time
This song was manifested by myself and many others
Scratching the surface, how did it get this hard?
I'm finding my purpose no matter where you are
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