André Farra

full project: http://goodbreakfast.tumblr.com/ lyrics: hows life homie? its going cray cray not rich i still get a couple of pay days get some hugs on the first date blow some o’s on my birthday get some hoes as a gift and tequila shots from my fake friends I’ve been drifting on and off a couple blunts in my jacket ill celebrate till dawn you know my last name is party don’t put the music down see what u got from that girl now she got a nasty frown im on my Efron shit im going ape and shit if they don’t see me too bad they might have missed my bliss im going harder than bruce willis im dying with this and going raw as my dick when she said she don’t drink piss boo you whore - raw as my fist raw as my word and all comes out my mouth im superficial but i got a point for crying out loud can you please hear this soul, i got my life back where i wanted i regained control i wanna be the perfect teacher for your fucked up life and preach in order to be happy go say fuck a wife go make the most out of your every day, you’re still alive please try to love yourself in anyway, before you die the way you feel is yours its no one else so when you feel like shit you go and make your own analysis cause shrinks and pills will take you nowhere its hard to breath with no air release the choke and get a grip stop saying you’re bipolar the words you say and way you think affect your state and mind so won’t you peace yourself, inside your heart and start to smile it never used to be like this, but boy you’ll get it right the worlds the filthiest bitch you better fuck it from behind the way is the same and the music always in portrait we say we got a new hobby a hobby they’ll never forfeit from peeling all the bananas to learning to benihana hey yo im fucking demanding to be listened by Obama the message the same complaining the people never creating the lames will say that its fake the clever like me remaining lets face it, its my statement lets state this, product placement my face is all over the place and its only me, no replacements been a long time since i had a good fuck clever with lines, but the worst with good luck pretty clean no crime never will decline now respect the grind of a kid trying to make some hip hop dream of make it out to Hollywood like a kiddo born down Inglewood appreciate the money this ain’t the hood and if anyone can bitch, i know i could this ain’t gang related etcetera nor the rap from latin america just some issues making me hysterical from the depth of hell to your stereo make my lyrics while eating some cereal alpha the bits cause this shit good material it ain’t coincidence, its fucking serial collect all my raps like they’re memorabilia.

full project: http://goodbreakfast.tumblr.com/ lyrics: cool kid got his hands on guard warrior from the far shanghai old soul with a secret well kept but i guess its adolescence sensei he sees beyond the MTV and bullshit he’s been fed you see he grew inside the internet then bought some trends and learned to tease yeah mr workaholic, making plans for the ones who know me mistress misses the old me... my dark soul, mr right and lonely but i was feeling sad fuck the feels yeah i got a path breaking patterns, cero problems, im storming in, im Peyton Manning imma fuck shit up does it really matter if i had a dad? cause i had a half and my momma trying to provide while crying imma make it up if i don’t win im dying im real alive and real as a semitone and im trill and if i talk drop the fucking phone cause im ill licensed to kill too many concerns on my future know thinking this shit will consume ya predominant thoughts while i sleep, hallelujah im saying goodbye but just for a song its just the beginning im saying goodbye im moving along its just the beginning

full project: http://goodbreakfast.tumblr.com/ lyrics: players never sleep they just work in the overtime get your chance to speak, school them all with the over shine get them throwing up writing up a hundred bars lessons after lessons then reward them with the cookie jar no man can stop me i am god and his hand and his army im the thought in your bed the decision instead and you often speak behind me see you gotta call me and you can call me baby late night work well you better ready two and more projects trying to break the bar while my friends smoke drink on the runaway car gotta cut it, chop it, slow it, make it faster, keep it growing met the Walter white of music, meth my bitch my products blowing get it? i can give a fight got you all on sight yeah the musics mine Pablo mastermind when the timing’s right we will rise as knights rising high as kites aaaaaaaight give a fuck about your product or the shit that you’ve been making sounding ghetto on every track then you say you innovating this the shit that we been doing, clean teens we keep pursuing got my money in my dream, and my acid keeps me fluent we’ve been hiding see but not for long and when you realize that´s already late realize the force with this one was strong. i can deviate from another subject i can demonstrate one and other topic i can innovate to another state i can relocate all the words with logic profit maybe one day, when you realize you’re gonna need someone and you realize the savior was dead and you got me instead should’ve listened to the stoner players never sleep they just work in the overtime get your chance to speak, school them all with the over shine get them throwing up writing up a hundred bars lessons after lessons then reward them with the cookie jar

full project: http://goodbreakfast.tumblr.com/ lyrics: go time in 96, 69’s a classic im bumping new tunes, while she stretching gymnastic the world’s fantastic cause my girl is nineteen she still keeping her spleen she still keep herself clean. shouting Hallelujah bless the gods it’s all good she got it clear mhmm she understood no complications no correlations fuck a relation my compensation is greater than your expectation popping pilly after pilly cause she pop like pops lives in the prime time she calls it life a clock thirty thousand different friends they all texting between them whisper shit behind their backs man i’ll never understand all this bullshit and all this trash talking but now we dancing she moonwalking its kinda funny cause she will survive this and many others night she’s fucking 19 and gets a better high ———— pretty face cero heart lets me in from the start ———— so im like bae lets leave the night is almost over we got a cab to catch and im almost going sober she shush my ass and said be quiet for the rest of the trip and i was drunk so stood in silence til we got to her crib pastel pink, wall to wall, shit was off the record we talked for half an hour coolest girl with zero effort she a fine piece of art, million dollar smile pull a sharpie started making dots out of her freckles long hair, fruity scent, she’s got a peach skin dreams of seeing every country since a pre teen makes me swear if i go famous i can show her scenes but i can’t really think when her right hands inside my jeans oh god we misbehaving how the hell we got to this cause we was conversating we discussed how sexy was the red in her new painting and now we making some Wes Anderson porn until the doorknob turns her dad was at the door. and i ran. i ran. i ran. she texted me up the other day, and said she had a party got booze inside a bag and she was waiting at my lobby thats the beginning of another story fuck it lets go.

full project: http://goodbreakfast.tumblr.com/ lyrics: 90 school flow got the beat and the tact we call it heart attack make em cringe and then pass its called a rap attack Pablo gotem fucked up cause now im throwing jabs its time for actual facts. woke to a pancake tower, mix it with some shit the kitchen tv filled with lies that no one wants to get the dirty hands of mainstream media messing with the heads of every stupid viewer simply breathing til its death, ———— pathetic. ———— we’ve been lied to the face and letdown by the force they confuse us with the latest star getting divorced while the president keeps killing people making threats thinking we believe him, mr. Belt think some more instead. fuck a nice breakfast, this a rampage, i am the anti statement reveal the truth in other language see if someone can get it i know that im raising my voice i can see myself being unfortunate but chaos makes me happy and i think i can make this far more turbulent, bitches they make you think that it will all be for the best cause its free h e e e e e y h o o o o o o they’ll look at you like your the enemy of the tale cause you flee h e e e e e y h o o o o o o forget the stop sign bitch im stepping on your line h e e e e e y h o o o o o o and its too late now, theres no pause and no rewind them trying to keep it all in place don’t seem to know what’s up won’t open minds cause they afraid of whats been going on they eating lies while eating breakfast they close they eyes and call me reckless my finger points at you directly and i don’t mind being called neglected them trying to keep it all in place don’t seem to know whats up won’t open minds cause they afraid of what’s been going on the truth is slipping through his fingers i though we were a team don’t wanna stay, don’t wanna linger yours truly, clean teen