your music is very sweet [Hook:] I mastered this, you're average, nigga you should take notes You bastards sick, I'm back with piff, but nigga you should take notes
: [performed by Kanye West , Mos Def , Robert Glasper] [Kanye West:] It's like I wanna spit something written But keep forgetting So I guess it's from
bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad note ain't no bad note If it's a good note A bad
no money Ain't got no stash This note's for you. Ain't singin' for Pepsi Ain't singin' for Coke I don't sing for nobody Makes me look like a joke This note
now. You made much more than a hole in the sky, boy. You made us hollow on the inside. So next time, when you're leaving, Could you at least leave a note
: Listen my children and you shall hear The sound of your own steps The sound of your hereafter Memory awaits and turns to greet you Draping its banner
: Out of my mind, gun up to the mouth No pretension, execution, live and learn , rape and turn Fret not family, nor pre-judged army This is for me, and
: Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine
is to be loved when it is like a passing note to a beautiful, beautiful chord [ Instrumental-Bridge ] but tension is to be loved when it is like a passing note
: Notes from the underground Where the mice must write our lives down. In the night, I hear you calling out to say It's all right, love, you're in good
: (Instrumental) Four, three, two...one
: [Bridge:] ... Tell badda dan go find me Di man with di gud weed fi Mi eye bleed mi nah want No cure no zaza no bush weed. Not nice! [Chorus:] Mi want
: Trois petites notes de musique Ont plie boutique Au creux du souvenir C'en est fini de leur tapage Elles tournent la page Et vont s'endormir Mais
'm Makin' you hit the high notes (She hittin' the high note) Makin' you hit the high notes (Hey, you hittin' the high note baby) Makin' you hit the high notes
[VERSE 1: Scarface] You was playin when you was sayin you was ready, I'm knowin' you ain't mean it when you told me you was tired of life and just wanted
I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had
Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine (
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