Lyrics:
[skit plays for first minute or so of track]
[Ghostface Killah]
Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets
Avian water's ya choice,
turn back
King of the jungle in my one-horse-wild-safari town, but I got a tiger by the tail, and I think she's going for the crown
Her brazon lips
The idea for the song was to capture what you wanted to say
Like no filter, after your third date or something like that
Exactly, the idea is to sort of lead
laughing
Laughing at what?
Los Angeles, eight days in
And our sense of irony's running pretty thin
All the friends we've made
Piano interlude not
by any means so my soul for sale
I got my soul for sale
Yeah, I remember them days couldn't post no bail
I couldn't post no bail
Standing on the corner
grinding, I've been doing piano lessons
Nah, on the real, though, next weekend fsho
This weekend is horrible cause my uncle is coming up for the weekend
But
in the marsh dealing his last card’s!
It ain’t King Arthur’s Excalibur here to scar,
Strictly sharp Dotanuki blades for M.C. carp!
Souls are fully
remember being poor
I still is but watch me win
The youngest nigga on the Forbes
He is I and I am him
Piano speak to my soul
Harmonies and violins
I'm from
the sonics
You don't hear it like I do
I'm seeing colors piano blue
What happened to ya'll albums
Could make a single from an interlude
Hella rude like Jude
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
Friends saying let’s go, but they only want your gold
Homie, better save yourself
Drugs made you come close, yeah, it almost took your soul
Yeah, you
Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
It's that real shit
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
!) It's real!
(It's real!) So real!
It's realer than real, for real, for real
The early bird gets the worm in this rotten apple
But explore deep
Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Live In Stereo
This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole
The soil
don't want to be alone.. yeahhhheeeeee
Is there anything I can say to help you find your way
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
2022, I explained that “Songs From The Long Road” is essentially 60-year-olds revisiting songs written by 30-year-olds about being 17. The remark was
who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo]
[Verse Four: T.I.]
Open my eyes, see the sunrise
a word, never tell a soul
So Believe me when I say this line,
Doing multiples of 3 is the only time I've said free 6ix9ine
I keep it real for 365
I got over
pray three times thanking God that he made you real
And brought you here (I know yeah)
Interlude
Yeah sky
Sky
Let that shit fall thank you for
lotta souls
Got alotta thoughts that nobody knows huh
Seen by a whole lotta faux’s
Gotta lay low cause it’s good for the soul uh
I feel like a real
nigga, can't name one
cnd I blew bout half a mill, and I saved up one
cnd got real songs with Doe, no made up ones
So put a Statue up for him, put a statue
choose, real game for you motherfuckers
Hol-la back, you know how we do it
They say like, a day on Earth is like a thousand years in heaven
Is your grill
prize fight, proceed with caution
Smack a bitch that's compelling television
Did I say the piano line composition?
Yeah that's shit's inspired by
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