paroles de chanson only-one, only-you/05* - ArtistName

Aye, it's only one, it's only you, serenade the singer he been singing 'bout a ruse
Aye, act one is over what's the moves, tell me what's to do and I'ma tell you what's to lose,
But that's a fraud, it's all a fake facade, they can't fuck with the best,
DFT and Mr. Star, I mean we better than the rest, (a-a-and)
I done made like seven songs in two days, J said fuck the rest,
It's only one, it's only me, I'll change the song name in a sec

Aye, what the fuck you on?
DFT got ego now, my bad is something wrong?
Sike, I don't fucking care I'll live my life, and you gon' live your own
It's only one, it's only me, type shit we on,
It's a dog eat dog world gotta save yourself,
Savior, savior, gotta save your self,
Type shit, are you kidding me?
M-m-m-m-my ego been through the roof, bitch I'm talking chimney

Aye, but that's a problem for me,
My ego cloud vision, poison fog in the trees,
I mean it helps the ends, but it don't help the means,
Cause I got hella people in my life that's steady helping me,
Mom and pops and little bro, they always by my side,
The star collective always pooling shit, that's music minds,
The whole DECA squad, we could run a enterprise,
And opium IV, opening books, opening my mind, aye
Opening my mind,
Opening my mind,
Opening my mind

Bad thing, tryna brush my hair, and touch me everywhere
Staying up all night, unlikely pairing, peers to proper players
It's fuck the jakes, was tryna smoke a J, the weed stayed in my hair
Corrupted souls, it's fuck my politicians, Colorado Mayors

When we drop, the stars are fucking major, leave you in a mangle
Not a trace, I made the deal like 1980s toting pagers
Like Walt Frazier, crackhead pass the rock, I'm passing all these geezers
Me and david met up in the stars, light-light-light-light

Bars are rusty, raps don't get the job done like it's Tow Mater
Nobu type excursions, food for 50, always catered
Studio turned club, and when it's done, the function know what's up
They bumping all my songs, and giving up, receiving bigger ups

I deliver, UPS, or FDR by firesides
I'm smoking cyanide, these ashes burning when my cousin died
Through these words, his legacy alive, I got the Nuggs in 5
You're minimal, and minor, do it once, but I'm a two-timer

Glockenspiels, I got all my producers here on short notice
I'm rare like North Dakotans, never folded, grand piano storage
Mama eating porridge while I made a song that made us fortune
I light up like a torch and get to smoking, opposition rolled