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Data di rilascio: 11.07.2011
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Wall To Wall |
And uh, when I’m in the grips of it, |
I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain |
Either physically or emotionally, |
Do you understand what I’m talking about? |
Have you, have you ever felt like that? |
When you just, when you just… |
You couldn’t feel anything and you didn’t want to either |
Aye man, I appreciate the love you know but y’all need to back up man |
Yo, I don’t want them to shut us down, you know? |
Y’all dropped a piece of your pay check to get in here fam |
Oh that’s how you want it? Alright, enjoy it while it last |
I rock, I roll, I did it, I live it, I know |
You got problems, see me at my show |
Good luck getting through the front door |
'Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe 'em |
About to bring it back home, back home, back home |
My stomach rumbling but I been fed already |
I’m seeing 2010 but my vision 20−20 |
And people question am I’m spitting or not |
Nothing to lose, I don’t gotta prove diddly squat |
This is for Biggie and Pac, one LJ baby |
Thinking I’m high grade, fuck you, pay me |
And now I’m passive, don’t wanna be cursing |
But you made up man, don’t wanna be person |
Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons |
We riding to the death, we gonna need hearses |
Top spot, got my eye on that, I got the first on deck like the try-on track |
'Cause I bomb so atomic, I’m putting my fam on |
Till the whole room spinning, I’m gonna vomit |
Motion sickness, too many moves made, get off my Kool-Aid player, I rock |
I ain’t trying to do the humpty dance |
I’m a rock star, give me drunkee fans |
And you ask why I rock out and shout shit |
Too much power, not enough outlets |
Me and Mace King go back like Forrest and Bubba |
Though we ain’t brothers, got it? What he say? Man I’m on it |
Kane got a blade like clock work orange |
Forget about these mixtapes from these two faces |
They don’t drop jewels, they drop money and Jew cases |
Come on son, who’s time are you wasting? |
Taking the cash just to have a huge bracelet, you don’t move me one Iota |
You chicken noodle soup on the side with a soda |
You bumping to a dime or you die just to know her? |
But she’s a fan, she’s dying to come over little soldier |