作词 : Jonathan David Paulson
作曲 : Jonathan David Paulson
MF I will not let up
Cess in my hand
Reminder I’m the man
Remind me why the **** I give a damn what you think
You don’t know the half
Quicker than a blink
Muze to the Sikk still produce every beat
Time is a goddess and I love the way she speak
One time for the hardest working
And Again and again for the opps uncertain
MF
Feel me
Deep and
Say my name bitch
How many words will I ramble on
How many times will I assemble songs
I’m Cooling
On my own
Chilling like a villain
Give a **** bout how you feeling
I work too hard for the ****shit
Ya ya
Throughout my life I accustomed myself
To chase after dreams most put upon a shelf
A living hell is what I call that dwelling
My many Ls are mere volatile tellings
I can change the past with the flick of my wrist
It’s called marketing
Still I ain’t parking
Garbage gets plaques
You can’t front on that
Half ass strags go way back
Choke on this dick
Yes I wrote the lyrics
I evoke the most hits
If you got a MF problem with the kid
You got way too much time and you dont do enough shit
Not bout the walk shit
Flawlessly awesome
I’m glossing these causes
Knots to me look like what I deserve
What I have earned
The just will concur MF
作词 : Jonathan David Paulson
作曲 : Jonathan David Paulson
MF I will not let up
Cess in my hand
Reminder I’m the man
Remind me why the **** I give a damn what you think
You don’t know the half
Quicker than a blink
Muze to the Sikk still produce every beat
Time is a goddess and I love the way she speak
One time for the hardest working
And Again and again for the opps uncertain
MF
Feel me
Deep and
Say my name bitch
How many words will I ramble on
How many times will I assemble songs
I’m Cooling
On my own
Chilling like a villain
Give a **** bout how you feeling
I work too hard for the ****shit
Ya ya
Throughout my life I accustomed myself
To chase after dreams most put upon a shelf
A living hell is what I call that dwelling
My many Ls are mere volatile tellings
I can change the past with the flick of my wrist
It’s called marketing
Still I ain’t parking
Garbage gets plaques
You can’t front on that
Half ass strags go way back
Choke on this dick
Yes I wrote the lyrics
I evoke the most hits
If you got a MF problem with the kid
You got way too much time and you dont do enough shit
Not bout the walk shit
Flawlessly awesome
I’m glossing these causes
Knots to me look like what I deserve
What I have earned
The just will concur MF