Lyrics:
the pictures I drew
I'm like roses are red, violets are blue
I really just don't give a fuck about you
The day is still shy, and the nights are still new
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
Yo, Denton, you coming?
Yeah, bro, I'm coming
You uh, you coming to Brian's tonight?
A-Ah, I don't know, man, we'll see
You're going to the studio
the studio I’m probably writing
Yo Erv, we gotta trash that picture, I didn’t look good in the lighting, and
I don’t look good when I’m fighting, so
I keep it
Life, tried to make me crazy but it birthed a genius
I'm born in Christmas I might be Jesus
I was saved by the seatbelt so I might be Yeezus
So I
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
the studio or if you're at home or car, whatever
That song that it's called "Trying" or something
Mase was tellin me that I needed to hear?
He said it was
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
Oh song of mine
Carry out my commission in secret
I know happiness loves silence, but
Find love first, and find it discreetly
Hit the road with love
a picture of you
Please don't move
Picture perfect by my side
You said you'd be my ride or die
You said you'd tell no fucking lies
Your voice sound good it
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme
Smokin', hoping that some bad news will come some other
Bitch, you runnin off
I done made enough songs to not deal with your shit
I'm sick
I'm weak
I'm gone
Hey, you're brand new
Hey, you're brand new
And your
Seven days working no sleep but still hoping they sing my song
And everything's okay
Wasn't the greatest, I'll just say I had a decent day
Seven days
the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the supernova scene
oh a oh
I met your children
oh-a-oh
Hab' in ei'm anderen Song schon mal erzählt, dass er nie da war
'95 Jahrgang, Kennzeichen ist HH
Die übersehen das Drama, der Weg bis hier war ein
Hit ya girl once no my picture on her shelf
Chillin witchya boo
Smokin on some goo
My songs be breakin records you still on that local news
Now i got
Moved into your apartment
We take it slow
Ivory paint starts to fall
On the walls new layers
I like to picture us
On futures' roads
Ten years fly by
the answer's in us
That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet
Like a photo of your granny's picture
Now that you're gone, it hit us
Super hard on Thanksgiving
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
the studio
To be co-produced by George Martin and Jeff Lynne
And Ringo disappointed to find that no one
Needs him anymore except for the vibe
Because he's been
be like you, always acting fake
I can tell you how much a real mack can make
A million dollars ain't shit to spend
I get some new hoes and get it again
a nice eve
By asking them to recite war and peace
I can't know all the songs
I can't know all the songs
Back at school and you're just sniggering all
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