The Vent

Chaz French

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Nyanyi

Lirik

Rakaman

AHHHHH!

Bye.

Basquiat, it's the same old shit

It's the same old shit It's the same old same old Basquiat

It's the same old shit It's the same old shit It's the same old same old

Whole rapping ass nigga been doing it for a minute Say hello to the black pilgrims Say hello to the land where you get away with murder When it comes to the black children

these niggas ain't shit these niggas ain't real these niggas ain't trying to hear you profiling because of my appearance so i stopped giving a fuck and started giving them a reason not to give one neither we started living it up total no comfort in my decisions if you don't understand my reasons had to drop out of school mama don't love me no more no money for

Ain't got a place to call home.

Still making it look good.

Now everybody know me and Eddie Van Gogh.

Like the yo, my broad.

Turn my back to the sucker punch.

I'm a childhood memories, can I breathe?

Papa left me waiting by the door a hundred times Been over ten years, still can't get a ride I know inside, mama cry, mama die Mama sad, mama say, we gon' be alright So I need more white bitches for the dark nights And I need more middle fingers for the pole life My whole life, I've been trying to live that whole life And give money, make them think it's all your soul life But fell accustomed to sleeping on the floor life

That's why we stay high for the lowlifes And look forward to being blinded by the strobe lights Oh my head don't get too big for the jumbotron Don't get too big for the jumbotron Oh my head don't get too big for the jumbotron I'm drunk as fuck

All the time.

I piss on your stylist and your clothing line.

Real niggas just basking in the ambiance.

I shit on your mom and your entourage.

Don't get too big for the Dermatron.

Don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Oh, my head don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Jumbotron.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Basquiat.

I think I'm basket.

I had a hundred million in the night.

I think I'm basket.

I think I'm Basquiat.

Basquiat.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't talk like that.

You wouldn't dress like that.

You wouldn't be who you are.

You should bow down to me, nigga, give thanks to me.

Hold you in the presence of a God.

You should feel honored that I even let you get this close.

Don't take it too far.

They pray a nigga fall off I probably still land at the top Back when I was struggling, thugging and pushing cocks Back when I had nothing to show but working his heart Back when I was fucking and telling these hoes I love them Just so I can get a meal and I have to sleep in my car

Shit, you can say I was a doll.

Just good at playing my part.

Back when I was tired of it all.

Sleeping on the floor in them same old drawers.

Reaching for the phone when that lame hoe called.

Remember when you came in raw?

Bitch nigga, now a child is involved.

Oh, and I'm keeping it, partner.

Sheesh, hope you plan on getting a job.

Cause you ain't got no money for abortion.

And the music ain't workin' Hope you wanna be a deadbeat homie Before I be that, I get beat dead homie

Eat lay at home Eat the bottom so low Leave us raised at the bottom Where they don't play fit Told as a child The only man

Your fear is the one upstairs.

My papa wasn't there.

Same old story.

Same old song.

I'm doing it for the glory.

Huh, you doing it for the jury?

Got a, got a mind full of damage.

You just feel shiny.

Can't, can't, can't afford a rollie, but it's all in due time.

This shit timeless.

I'm too modest.

We're too busy mobbing.

Ain't nobody stopping.

Too big for the drum and trump.

Don't get too big for the drama try out my hand don't get too big for the drama try Don't get too big for the drama try

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Bastia.

I think about me.

I don't want a million in the night.

I think about me.

I think.

Bastia.

AHHHHH!

Bye.

Basquiat, it's the same old shit

It's the same old shit It's the same old same old Basquiat

It's the same old shit It's the same old shit It's the same old same old

Whole rapping ass nigga been doing it for a minute Say hello to the black pilgrims Say hello to the land where you get away with murder When it comes to the black children

Ain't got a place to call home.

Still making it look good.

Now everybody know me and Eddie Van Gogh.

Like the yo, my broad.

Turn my back to the sucker punch.

I'm a childhood memories, can I breathe?

All the time.

I piss on your stylist and your clothing line.

Real niggas just basking in the ambiance.

I shit on your mom and your entourage.

Don't get too big for the Dermatron.

Don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Oh, my head don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Jumbotron.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Basquiat.

I think I'm basket.

I had a hundred million in the night.

I think I'm basket.

I think I'm Basquiat.

Basquiat.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't talk like that.

You wouldn't dress like that.

You wouldn't be who you are.

You should bow down to me, nigga, give thanks to me.

Hold you in the presence of a God.

You should feel honored that I even let you get this close.

Don't take it too far.

Shit, you can say I was a doll.

Just good at playing my part.

Back when I was tired of it all.

Sleeping on the floor in them same old drawers.

Reaching for the phone when that lame hoe called.

Remember when you came in raw?

Bitch nigga, now a child is involved.

Oh, and I'm keeping it, partner.

Sheesh, hope you plan on getting a job.

Cause you ain't got no money for abortion.

And the music ain't workin' Hope you wanna be a deadbeat homie Before I be that, I get beat dead homie

Eat lay at home Eat the bottom so low Leave us raised at the bottom Where they don't play fit Told as a child The only man

Your fear is the one upstairs.

My papa wasn't there.

Same old story.

Same old song.

I'm doing it for the glory.

Huh, you doing it for the jury?

Got a, got a mind full of damage.

You just feel shiny.

Can't, can't, can't afford a rollie, but it's all in due time.

This shit timeless.

I'm too modest.

We're too busy mobbing.

Ain't nobody stopping.

Too big for the drum and trump.

Don't get too big for the drama try out my hand don't get too big for the drama try Don't get too big for the drama try

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Bastia.

I think about me.

I don't want a million in the night.

I think about me.

I think.

Bastia.

Chaz French

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Nyanyi dalam App

Lirik

Rakaman

AHHHHH!

Bye.

Basquiat, it's the same old shit

It's the same old shit It's the same old same old Basquiat

It's the same old shit It's the same old shit It's the same old same old

Whole rapping ass nigga been doing it for a minute Say hello to the black pilgrims Say hello to the land where you get away with murder When it comes to the black children

Ain't got a place to call home.

Still making it look good.

Now everybody know me and Eddie Van Gogh.

Like the yo, my broad.

Turn my back to the sucker punch.

I'm a childhood memories, can I breathe?

All the time.

I piss on your stylist and your clothing line.

Real niggas just basking in the ambiance.

I shit on your mom and your entourage.

Don't get too big for the Dermatron.

Don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Oh, my head don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Jumbotron.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Basquiat.

I think I'm basket.

I had a hundred million in the night.

I think I'm basket.

I think I'm Basquiat.

Basquiat.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't talk like that.

You wouldn't dress like that.

You wouldn't be who you are.

You should bow down to me, nigga, give thanks to me.

Hold you in the presence of a God.

You should feel honored that I even let you get this close.

Don't take it too far.

Shit, you can say I was a doll.

Just good at playing my part.

Back when I was tired of it all.

Sleeping on the floor in them same old drawers.

Reaching for the phone when that lame hoe called.

Remember when you came in raw?

Bitch nigga, now a child is involved.

Oh, and I'm keeping it, partner.

Sheesh, hope you plan on getting a job.

Cause you ain't got no money for abortion.

And the music ain't workin' Hope you wanna be a deadbeat homie Before I be that, I get beat dead homie

Eat lay at home Eat the bottom so low Leave us raised at the bottom Where they don't play fit Told as a child The only man

Your fear is the one upstairs.

My papa wasn't there.

Same old story.

Same old song.

I'm doing it for the glory.

Huh, you doing it for the jury?

Got a, got a mind full of damage.

You just feel shiny.

Can't, can't, can't afford a rollie, but it's all in due time.

This shit timeless.

I'm too modest.

We're too busy mobbing.

Ain't nobody stopping.

Too big for the drum and trump.

Don't get too big for the drama try out my hand don't get too big for the drama try Don't get too big for the drama try

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Bastia.

I think about me.

I don't want a million in the night.

I think about me.

I think.

Bastia.

AHHHHH!

Bye.

Basquiat, it's the same old shit

It's the same old shit It's the same old same old Basquiat

It's the same old shit It's the same old shit It's the same old same old

Whole rapping ass nigga been doing it for a minute Say hello to the black pilgrims Say hello to the land where you get away with murder When it comes to the black children

Ain't got a place to call home.

Still making it look good.

Now everybody know me and Eddie Van Gogh.

Like the yo, my broad.

Turn my back to the sucker punch.

I'm a childhood memories, can I breathe?

All the time.

I piss on your stylist and your clothing line.

Real niggas just basking in the ambiance.

I shit on your mom and your entourage.

Don't get too big for the Dermatron.

Don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Oh, my head don't get too big for the Jumbotron.

Jumbotron.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Basquiat.

I think I'm basket.

I had a hundred million in the night.

I think I'm basket.

I think I'm Basquiat.

Basquiat.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't talk like that.

You wouldn't dress like that.

You wouldn't be who you are.

You should bow down to me, nigga, give thanks to me.

Hold you in the presence of a God.

You should feel honored that I even let you get this close.

Don't take it too far.

Shit, you can say I was a doll.

Just good at playing my part.

Back when I was tired of it all.

Sleeping on the floor in them same old drawers.

Reaching for the phone when that lame hoe called.

Remember when you came in raw?

Bitch nigga, now a child is involved.

Oh, and I'm keeping it, partner.

Sheesh, hope you plan on getting a job.

Cause you ain't got no money for abortion.

And the music ain't workin' Hope you wanna be a deadbeat homie Before I be that, I get beat dead homie

Eat lay at home Eat the bottom so low Leave us raised at the bottom Where they don't play fit Told as a child The only man

Your fear is the one upstairs.

My papa wasn't there.

Same old story.

Same old song.

I'm doing it for the glory.

Huh, you doing it for the jury?

Got a, got a mind full of damage.

You just feel shiny.

Can't, can't, can't afford a rollie, but it's all in due time.

This shit timeless.

I'm too modest.

We're too busy mobbing.

Ain't nobody stopping.

Too big for the drum and trump.

Don't get too big for the drama try out my hand don't get too big for the drama try Don't get too big for the drama try

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Basquiat.

It's the same old shit.

It's the same old same old.

Writing on the wall, I think of Bastia.

I think about me.

I don't want a million in the night.

I think about me.

I think.

Bastia.

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