Lyrics:
craft's what you
Done to me, ohh
You know you got back no lie
And I know you preeing
Me when a man roll by
I still make tracks for the vibe
When I get
chose
Yoo, But she know dat
She's so hot you can't even hold dat
Her fire make ya burn on contact
Deep like dis track
Now a days she don't need be
Open the gates
I don't hesitate
Haunted by the wraith's with pride elate
All I do's create
Need to set it straight
Open the gates
I don't hesitate
now did you catch a victim? Hell no
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain
track
I ain’t talkin’ bout track (‘Bout track)
See the booty smack (Booty smack)
Better turn around and just make that thing clap
And just make that thing
Brendan Gilman
Track 2. One More Night
I told you goodnight
But you said goodbye
The moment that you said that
Is the moment that I died
Waiting
looping ultra-high-res flatulence, each sample lovingly
Given its own channel, curated by exquisite taste and effects changed, then you need to
Get up
Run up that bag that the government gave ya huh
Thief, Thief you a robber
Run up that track the community bought you yea
We ain't no genies won't grant
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on
Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like
I searched online
Yeah, I've been online looking for a sign
The days run bare cos you're not there
But I won't give up
No I won't get blue
Cos
come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like
come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like
I got my city on the snap
Got the team on my back
I been tripping on this track
I need 3 hunnid racks
Ima take it
All the way?
All the way
Run it
Look inside of me you see where I got my sound
Use to stay in the woods by the track and greyhounds
God is making me pro now how I be spitting these
pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
Yeah
Yeah
I like this one
VSM
Virgo season on the track yeah you know I'm about to snap
Run that flow by your set so you know where I'm at
I can see
to head like a ram
But I ain't no ram fuck is you saying
Wanna join the club
run it by Sam
Looking for a body who I'm finna slam
Tombstone a Nigga tell him
(M1onthebeat)
(Dax got tracks, bitch)
(M1onthebeat)
Okay then
You're a bad boy, okay then
Wicked Skengman, okay then
With all that money
the vibes
'cause it's Lucas with the lid off
Watch me now, you hear me now
Whatever bubbles, bubbles up
I feel!
Run come follow me
Run come
Can you put my track back on repeat
Overshadowed
By clouds and it starts to storm
Foggy windows
They Keep my vision poor
My friends tell I'm being
clitches
Addicted, bullets are, bullets just barely missing you by inches
Catching a box hold, clap and we lock load
Grabbing the rock road, tracks
em in, eight million stories
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
Chorus: Method Man
You
Don't change for me now
Those days were euphoric those days ran out
Maybe, just maybe i was out of my mind
'Cause I run back like I run track
And waste
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