That's what I've been told A million times A million times over again So go on, go on And make my year Much brighter then you already have (Thanks to Writer
crush So listen to my words, I bring much sense As I commence my lyrics intense get telephoto Break out your big lens Look, check out the sales charts My
your area, we're Non Prophets Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production and my man DJ Mek-a-lek on the cut, bring it!) (ONE) It's nothing
' on Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone Written, founded dead on this spot You emergin', believe I'm the surgeon Rhymes leave your brain on
Ice crush So listen to my words I bring much Sense,as I commence,my lirycs intense Get telephoto,break out your big lens Look,check out the sales charts My
command The subject has also been programmed to respond only to the sound of my voice When I give the word the subject will automatically begin to release thoughts
has my album/ Take a picture for me ?cause that?s rare, one in a thousand/ And graf-writers, well let?s be honest/ You don?t really like my music and
in vain You be the blood and I be the drainin on Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone Written, founded dead on this spot You emergin, believe
author of phantasmagoric pulp magazine fiction to a subject of serious academic study. (A second major biography has recently appeared.) Lovecraft's influence on other writers
in my face, you don't want to feel the taste Don't try and play me out, cause I am not the one Brothers on my brastrap, sisters clocking my sound, why
Cleve, top of line in my Benz Should I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's
bitches in Hoboken overdosin off my potions Wet like oceans, my notebook looks atrocious Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let them hit my roaches I handle my
