Lyrics:
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
the mandem own
IPhone swap it with a brick phone
Hit road, get dough, then we hit home
Ain't got much so man'll by clothes
Trust me I don't wanna be broke
It's like all hell, block cells
make bail and it's back to these crooks and cakes jumpin' at next cell
What you know about the way the whales
kiss it
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
It made me suffer music made me Suffer
Then my homies told me Neff u Gotta leave the street
I told em ain't going nowhere until i Make it on the street
free of the shackles within
These chains are getting underneath my skin
Do you wanna know what agony I'm in? My mom always moved me around
I was always
chance, but do you feel the same?
It’s just you and I-i-i
I want you here by my side.
You make me feel so high:
Turn it up, turn it up!
And it goes wrong
Watch me
Pop style
Get me a Uber pull up to the soirée and I
Hop out
Fit lookin super not in the mood to parlay
Cop out
No need for talkin the music
Yeah
D. Jones
Yeah
Uh huh
Real talk music
Yeah
Church music
Yeah
Now if you can't respect this
Cuz this is church music
That Holy Ghost filled
Shut
makes me wonder
Why I live so wild"
"Here's what they think about cha"
Life is a jungle I'm ready to slaughter
You see this bitch, don't let her
loved
I'm so loved
Yeah you make me feel so loved
By you
Yeah you make me feel so
Stay
Baby hold my hand
Inspiration to my music
Baby can you teach me
How
CHRISTINE
Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen . . .
stay by my side,
guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak -
forgive me . . .
enter at last,
Master!
community, but if you want to be honest, the existence of problems is the fault of all the people
Waiting for some people makes me feel a lot of sadness
Tryna make it by
Tryna make it by
( time just zooms )
Tryna make it by
Tryna make it by
( I need some room)
Tryna make it by
Tryna make it by
( time
on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced into evil, Its all in your head
It's also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when i lead you
Straight
Listen to the song he sings
Can't you see his music brings her
Crystal sleep
As her heavy eyelids fall
He's taking her to where
feet wet or if you are brave enough you can plunge into the deepest recesses of the the oceanic trenches where only bio-illuminating creatures break
Real musical talent is practising for hours a day until your fingers ache
Not being sonically hypnotised by the noises your computer makes
You claim you
(The future) we are singing
You this message
Through our music
Reaching for a, brave and brighter, new tomorrow
Is the future
We must make it,
got what you want
I got what you need
I got what you want
This that make you fiend
I got nouns, I got verbs
I spit dope, pick a quote
I got music for
ya
Cause they got me by the balls; and I can't risk it all
Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and friskin all
Rudebwoy don't make me bloodclaat
Yeah I should
I want you to feel me
And I don’t mean by my touch
Let the music reflect the soul
When the pain hurts too much
Don’t let it bring you down
don't do that in my music, man, I'm tired of you saying that!
We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying we're too nasty and we're
showed I'm brave
I've tried to hold these lies
But now they've just torn me apart
What music they make
I've been brokenhearted
I've been losing time
I've
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