Lyrics:
your paddles
Leave me to face the infinity moonlight I was blocked by the window
But what does it mean
I just kept on moving on the way to consume coffee
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
One very familiar type of song is the christmas carol. although it is perhaps a bit out of season at this time. however, I'm informed by my "disk
so I can hear the crowd roar
Keep em, out of they seats and on the floor
And when I win, it'll pump my adrenaline
My record is undefeated,
'round rocks and stones
Better spread the grass and find a peaceful home
It'll only last until the last is gone
So don't let it pass, cuz your ass ain't
time for party no be Time to think
Hold your partner, let know What u think
Dance and shake to the Rythm Of the beat
It's all paid for by Kenney
Feel
(Yeah, yeah, Pound Syndrome)
My mind's telling me kill all these niggas
(Pound Syndrome)
There is no limit to my madness
I'mma smash it, smash it
wouldn't get right
Cause I was aware as a square in Delaware
Execs writing checks for sex in spandex
Radios gettin' sucked by labels under the table
Mix
my pride is fed by all the liars
It's like winning the MVP award
But only finding out once your retired
Dude, I can be a critical wretch it's not
the Motts I knots by the chance
I rain dance I rain dance
But steppin' just a bit, I don't need another shadow
Makes makes is gonna be the new man's
loved
There's room for me vacant
Time to wrap up
You wounds they are naked
Now it's displaced
You face is adjacent
No rights for now
Future might
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
by the beating metronome
And I'm seeing folks but they're just like whatever though
Give it a sec or I bet you'll never know
That I'm stealing shows
Yo you think them niggas out there impress me?
Don't none of that shit impress me
Oh I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio?
Psh I'm
the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife (a-one, two, a-one, two)
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the Long
talking about it as such
It ain't much
Making myself more comfortable through touch
And there is this old saying about luck
You make your own luck
Star
it like they used to
There's a couple that I like but I won't say who
Cause by the time this song is done those people might suck
So I'm not gonna
we had a good time
Mix the vibe and the side in my ride
Middle of da night a little out our mind
Cuz it was a good time
Even though we not together
ever say I don't know how to spit
We gonna hit a new lick are ya ready?
On the radio is bumping rock steady by the whispers bitch I said a
New lick are
I said a hip hop
The hibbie a hibbie
The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
Bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm
a beginner's mind
And beginner's mind is about having sort of an attitude of
Openness and eagerness and a lack of preconceptions
When it comes to studying
Aiyyo, what the fuck is this shit that y'all are listenin to
Nowadays on the radio man? you call that shit hip-hop?
That's some faggot bitch shit
I'm smackin you with cause it's easy
Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy
Switch me, mix me, somebody get me
Don't let me rip out my
I'm smackin you with cause it's easy
Like Lionel Richie, your whole style is bitchy
Switch me, mix me, somebody get me
Don't let me rip out my
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