English Songs

Only consistency in your peripheryIs fear and the bridge of your noseAnd as you move about, you learn to tune ’em outBut they say they continue to grow Fear of the past and (Relative pain)Future’s comin’ fast, you’ve got (Nothin’ in the tank)In a season of purging things you used to loveEverything must go, mm-hm […]

While I’m on Sunset, are you on the subway?While I drive, are you gettin’ on the L-train?I mean, Manhattan’s nice, but so are Malibu nightsYou would know if you stayedYou would know if you put up a fightYour toes turn blue in winter, I’m gettin’ red, rumDoes the trick for all of the things left

Yeah, baby, sexy, no sexy, not enough to describe you (Ey)The way you get down, you get me up, there’s no other like youGot me bitin’, I’m bitin’ on my lipGirl, you got me infected like virusOh, you sweet like revenge, gyal, you violentAnd you comin’ so loud when you’re silent You make me your

I think creativity is the way that we connect to our spiritsLike, I have had this thought recentlyActually, I had like an experienceAnd my body was like, the whole, like, world, I guess?And my leg was like, umWhat do you call it, is it, what, a whirl-My leg was a whirlpool, and people were goin’

Ah-ah-ah-ahAh-ah-ah-ahAh-ah-ah-ahAh-ah-ah-ah It feels good to be a free man with clenched handsI used to pray to find a way to make a label advance (I used to pray everyday)But nowadays 100k ain’t even getting my glance (Hell nah)Ain’t even setting up no meeting ’til they meet the demandsAn undisclosed amount from Netflix, invest itI turned

Chase checks, little homie (Uh-huh)‘Cause the money bring the power and respect, little homie (Yeah)Give some dollars to your mama and invest, little homie (Uh-huh)Do you, don’t worry ’bout the rest, little homieJust be blessed, little homieYou don’t gotta crash out for the set, little homieKeep your head on the swivel when you step, little

The band plays on like it’s supposed toFollow suit, because it ain’t nothin’ newBeneath the solar systems of oppressionGot me aloofThe way of control is puppet masterGot me shinin’ his shoes, collectin’ quartersDidn’t know I was about that life ’til his was overYou worry about the wrong thing, wrong thingsWhy would you play the long

I’d like to hear a new beat on the request line I miss the radioBig Boy in the mornin, zoned in, waitin’ for my favorite songRidin’ with my pops, in the front seatPull up to the block, with the real Gs92.3, 94.7 The WaveI know my real ones from the ghetto relateI know they finna