R. Donnelly

R. is 92 years old. He is the Lead Singer of Rob Rude's Blues Review. R. is also known as "Rob Rude". R. is located in Toronto at Donnelly Manor.

R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.

I'm proud of my past, but I'm eager to write this next chapter of my legacy!

35 With an L

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Song Details

35 With an L is Easy Listening music in tempo Moderato. The music is splendid and the lyrics are great. The song was written 1/30/2007 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 100
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 20
Genre: Hip Hop
Owner: Rob & Tha Mob
First Revealed: 1/30/2007 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

Rapper

Special Lyrics

Yo..

Thirty Five years...
and Im doin' life in this bitch!

I got thirty-five with an L,
in my personal hell.
I stay strong and hold on,
but wouldnt be tha first one who fell.
Can it get worse as well?
Sometimes tha truth hurtz to tell.
Im alwayz tha last to know,
but you gonna be tha first I tell.
Sometimes I curse tha smell,
and tha taste and tha sound
of this place that Im bound.
I once was lost, I still pray to be found.
Yo! When I lay down to sleep,
I still cant even get no peace.
And when my bag runz low
I gotz to go get some treez.
Because itz all tha budz & leaf
where'z I get some releif.
Rob anit no butcher shop,
but catz alwayz come get some beef.
All of this damn stress
locked down inside that I keep.
Yo! I aint lyin', itz deep.
Bring down a lesser man to his knee.
They say knowledge is tha key,
but Rob knowz from experience...
Once you get your soul right
it makez you almost impervious.
Am I clear with this?
You get what Im tryin' to tell?
Yo! This shit iz serious,
Rob'z got thirty-five with an L.

I got thirty five wit an L.
Will I survive in this hell?
You cant run to stay alive,
and you cant hide in a shell.
You cant deny it aswell,
this is tha truth that I tell.
I gotz nothing but time
because Im in fo thirty-five wit a L.

It aint hard to tell,
I gotz thirty-five with an L.
Im livin' in a world like a cell,
& I still chase tha devil thru hell.
I make headz hemorrhage and swell,
but this aint no dope that I sell.
I slang nothing but tha truth
to tha tha youth, they my clientele.
All them kidz in tha stairwell,
killin a brain-cell, walking on egg-shell.
Itz a highway to hell,
and they ringing tha fuckin' door-bell.
Yo! I try not to focus and dwell,
on this fuckin hopeless nutshell.
It aint 1984, but go ask Orwell,
shitz gettin' more & more & more unwell.
Big brother got a lock on your mother,
cant trust your friends or your lover,
Foul kidz try to smother each other
like itz their fuckin bread & butter.
I know itz grimey in tha gutter,
but tha clouds have silver lining?
So I keep rockin & rhymin,
I keep pushin, keep truckin, & keep tryin.
I keep on flying,
and carry this weight on my shoulder,
I dont gotta hate gettin' older,
because every fuckin day I get closer
to meeting my fuckin maker,
There's one love, one God, one creater...
And you know you gonna have to face it
come sooner or later...

I got thirty five wit an L.
Will I survive in this hell?
You cant run to stay alive,
and you cant hide in a shell.
You cant deny it aswell,
this is tha truth that I tell.
I gotz nothing but time
because Im in fo thirty-five wit a L.