Lyrics:
Tell me,
I don't want a trade at all,
(It's for two?) living off the road.
Oh,
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man,
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
Okay, yeah, I need all y'all haters out there to step y'all game up, okay
It's P.T., B.D.C. and I$e, let's get em, okay, think we fuckin' playin
Nah,
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
and cornflakes
Skate parks box with no breaks
I remember french kisses and heart breaks
And spitting rhymes that would fuck with your heart rate
I'll trade it all
enact the twenty fifth
You should see them shooters standing by ya' bed(Right there)
I'm on it now
Believe it's the season for treason
A magazine at ya'
don't care
What you say
About me
Anymore
I've got money now
When I got a little older
I realized
It's all lies
There is no prize
There is no
the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawin' someone
By the way they're runnin' you would swear the law was comin'
It's now or never, and tonight it's all
the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawin' someone
By the way they're runnin' you would swear the law was comin'
It's now or never, and tonight it's all
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
link on my neck got weight real metal chain feel heavy
I know what I am
All my life
What I did and what I do
It's
Because I have passion
the summer up
It's just me and 2 Chainz
But the chain's never tucked though
If you don't like what I'm doing, n**** f*** y'all
Thank God for the first n****
jeans sagin
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south we some ghetto stars
When we havin sex it's minashatwa
[Lil' Flip]
Down south I hope y'all know it's hot as hell
or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in
Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep
I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
listen/ now what you say: horrified dreams/ wake up/ that’s one scream/ day by day/ now you here again
Pt 2
Oracle flow/ listen it’s me/ I get her pussy
Deadlines, fuck them shits
You know we dodging fucking deadlines
Put my money where my mouth is
Call that land mine
Trade that penny for the tower
renamed it after him, the Mercer legacy is secure
Sure
And all he had to do was die
That's a lot less work
We oughta give it a try
Ha
Now
And friendly
When I'm high
Still getting by
Still keeping it all on the low
And nobody asking why
It's been two days that I cried
It's been two days that I cried
Off the top
From the heart
Don’t know if I’m going far
I don’t know what I want,
But you know I want it all
I want them fancy ass cars
Trade some
Ending life old and by myself has now become my greatest fear
And we all alone
It's just us and this scotch with a microphone
And we all thinking out loud
got me oh
And I got you oh oh oh
So baby what we finna do tonight
I got you goin let's film seduce Pt.2 all night
You know you got that pussy that make
is hustle hustle
Kill stress blow trees
Life by the palm trees OG
Hustle hard street smart
Stuck wit it
Till i got me 2 a those degrees
Overcame
one giant leap for mankind."
"It's a free concert from now on."
"We must be in Heaven, man"
"Four persons including two women were shot
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