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can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it

alone
In the deep
You are my light
Illuminate me
You are my fire
Warm me

You made me go back to the deep side
Don't leave me alone there

Love Purple

gave you this bouquet too late
I'll fill an album up with words I couldn't say to your face

I could write a song for hours, never tell 'em
Some days I

Better be grape and it better be white owls
Yeah I'm feeling great and I be here for hours
Know you running late smoking more of the flowers
Know I'm

god, shut the fuck up)

Catch me with Scott makin' twelve an hour
Stand on my money like I'm on a tower
I got talent and skills, bloom like a flower
It's

the future, I can see your power
Listen I can teach you, I just need a hour
You just like the violet, you could be a flower
Digging deeper, climb your mountain,

the roses
But you plant
Your own flowers

New beginnings
That could bloom
Racing to the last hour 

Get down 
Start to pray for it
Ive seen
Some demons
First

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done

Its aëreal hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view

Like a rose embower'd
In its own green leaves
By warm winds deflower'd
Till

on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could

vertebrate
This sour, beautiful flower
Showers me with creative power
She made me tower, made me cower
She'll be there in my final hour

'Lift me up'
Haha

Fryerstarter

Aesop Rock

Skelethon

Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras
Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk

reasons in the finest hour
Ain't no seeds when you been rollin'
Up the finest flower
I know its sweet although the leaderships been kinda sour
Straight

grew on me just like some flowers yeah
Take her back to the crib I bend her over for about an hour yeah
Got to watch my back, these dead presidents will

higher towers
Tremblin all hours, baby, don't you cower
Slippin through the denims, fallin in too deep
Makin it clickin, wake you from your sleep
I just

the solo man
With solar powers and some flowers
And a flock of concubines that
Need showers every hour
Reap the crop I sew and give
A shout out to them

All day by your side

You feel like purple flowers
Your dress it pirouettes the wind
You hover the horizon
You pave new pathways I've not been
You keep

little homie
- the floor is ours
We're the neanderthals lets get
Rid of these dinosaurs man the time is ours
We just got a couple hours
Get rid of these

coz it's Moreish
Hanging with the crackers packing Bags of the Sour
Trafficking that shit never paid by The hour
Swagger black pelican turning up Louder