He's been my sensei and my icon and my source and my lodestone for anything that's deeper, richer, fuller, about music. The money keep calling, tell it come in. A blank slate people can project onto?
This song came out of my frustration at being essentially told, however lovingly, that how I see myself matters less than how other people see me. Run it up and get it back and then you run it up. A lot of niggas acting hard, on these computers. She danced in and opened the door that led outside. I was in that boy Memph Benz. Better than i used to lyrics. I don't remember where these lyrics first showed up - in the shower, or at the computer, or simply playing with a mood, a feeling, under my breath. We took a grainy selfie together, at two AM that Monday morning, sitting on the bed. I ran down in my Timbs. The song contains some of my favourite images - occasional moans, occasional screams, the dumpster out back is full of hopes and dreams. Ain′t no lackin' me. Two other elements take this song to another level.
We on the 8 with 5 30's, nigga Ochocinco. Millions that, nigga I'm a walking vegetable. And bitch I'm headed to your city. We outchea bitch, we lurkin' yeah we spinnin'. They're similar, but even a tiny change turns them into radically different things. We recorded the first version on her phone. Breitling with them yellow diamonds like my shit got peed on. The scars were earned. I know I've been luckier than I deserve, as frail and as tired as I seem, the old woman would not trade the ending she got, but the young girl's still caught in the dream. I'm from where you better keep a thumpa lyrics chords. Ride with two Glocks in the whip.
Working with him, first on TBL and again on TMOTS, provided me with two days out there with the dark matter and the star clusters, with the music of the spheres. Oh, they want that hot shit. Hit em with it, hit em with it, hit em with it. I'd gone with my friend Dee to a kind of "battle of the bands" thing in a school gymnasium. Her reasons for waking up screaming would be different from his, and possibly darker. Can't wait to pull it, trigger finger itching.
We are a core of three: myself on guitar and vocals, Nic Grabien on bass, Larry Luthi on drums. As a woman in a society run, and ruined, by a largely white patriarchy, I never had the privilege of not being political. Let's talk about the stories. Ain't with the lacking, bitch that rachet hug me like a girdle. Shit man, now that's what I'm talking about. The shotty make a nigga lose pounds.
Better keep it on you. I'm fly as shit yes I am sick, I got the Flu. I just got 5000 for a verse. When I got my first M, I bust down my wrist.