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(screwed vocals)]
Let me start off this letter saying I don't like you too
And the reason why we haven't met because I've been busy dude
But ever since
with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

Take your shoes off, let your
nose to grow
Pathological liar, oh, why am I such an asshole
That my disguise is pants, but they on fire
So am I-a, wooh, Cappadonna, cut the track off
into oncoming traffic, just watch this
Stretched, tinted, black sedan my ass
See how mad you act when I drop you off at Saks Fifth Ave
In a fucking
partner
By the name of Kendrick Lamar
You know what I’m talkin' about?
This is the ism this is the vision
You know what I’m talkin' about?
You gotta
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya
I hope you’re wearing those frayed out cut-offs
Makes me want to get lost down in the moonlight
Drop the tailgate down on a turn road
Watch the corn
Del Amo, my mama still stay off Anna Lee
Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already
Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack
Game took me
huh)
I'm just a fool for your kind (uh huh, uh huh)
You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh)

It's a beautiful misery
When you feel something too good
Impatient with my lover
And that man on the street today, he cut me off in traffic
You should've heard me scream
And just when I think I'ved pushed it too
think we just get closer when we're not together
You tell me that I'm confusin'
More immature than Marcus Houston
Cut's too deep for a band-aid
laugh
You's gettin' too big for your pants
And I's think maybe you should
Cut out while you can
You can use your illusion -
Let it take you where it
hope you're wearing those frayed out cut-offs
Makes me want to get lost out in the moonlight
Drop the tailgate down on a turn road
Watch the corn grow
Like what it's gonna be like when you get closer to your dreams
I didn't know much then but, probably tell you a lil' somethin' now

Mr. Big
lookin' that over carefully and well
He said this place is too dry for hell

But in order to get it off his hands
The Lord promised the devil to water
project the image, that Imma go all in
Got it under control, until I grow my fins I'm still plugging my nose
No surprise, stolen by the tide
You can
a very clever move
Because the bassline, combined with the fresh rhyme at a slow tempo enticed passion to grow
But if it's not passion, for which you
I can hear the trumpets blowing screaming out the end of time
Look around and listen and you'll see every sign
The waters are polluted as the forests
brotherhood called the, "Cut you off for nothing" crew
And yes we open the road with less brethren
When Statik Selektah decided he gon' let you have it
Call me
Than any local dealer that's evil leave you people's
The sequel
Me and you both could split a loaf
Just need you a little closer
You could squeeze that
of futures that would prevent
Gripped by the midnight hands

The line's crossed over
The dawn grows closer
Let's bite off too much
Let's jump with a blind
prairie, yippi-yi, yippi-yi 
Yippi-yi-yi-yi! 
Yippi-yi, yippi-yi, yippi-yi

Before you read a travel ad 
And scamper off to Trinidad 
Too often in New
as birth,
A shoot emerged from beneath the earth.

Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows.
Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have
Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows
Well it's
Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows
Well it's