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tried to live the way You want me to
I wanna say goodbye to all sin inside
I don't wanna miss that great glory ride
So when You break on through that
Money gang and my G's is up
Treat me like David Blaine and freeze me up
Let me address the issue
I'm super not superficial
Spoil me
The only
doubt
Money gang and my G's is up

Treat me like David Blaine and freeze me up
Let me address the issue
I'm super not superficial
Spoil me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby let me lay ya down
On the carpet when I come round
Get rug burns when I tear ya down
On the ground all I want to hear is
She don't need the guilt, she don't need the pressure
But she craves a guilty pleasure
She has no conscience, call her a seeker
Let her know if she
the beginning give off an electrical spark

I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never
can tell you this
The mornings I miss, but I don’t really miss the voices
You’ve got a choice, I’ve got the hands
Skeletons and plans, you’ve got to let
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Baby let me lay ya down
On the carpet when I come round
Get rug burns when I tear ya down
On the ground all I want to hear is that
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
of small moments, they're all strung together
If you don't look out, you might miss them all
Then it's just passed you on by like the weather
He wants
Excuse me miss I got little question to ask
I know we just met but I was hopin I could grab your ass
And will grab me back, while I'm checkin ya
punished we fuckin' bitches by the 100's
Why me? want to fight me? Try me
Why these people don't know me don't like me
Society, they want to see me dead I
their kids are using 
Now some people think this business is all fame and glory
But there's a flip side to that truth so let me kick my story 
It took
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga

Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
Ain’t trying to be laid in a box, roses on me
Bronsolino running 5 miles for the glory

Lets go, 20 more to go baby boy
Yo you want that V by
it was a quarter to two

The time was nice, but it was far spent
You sent me flying then we both agree that time became the enemy
Of moments, I'm
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga

Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
Paint the town Red.

Paint the town Red, 
Paint the town Red,
Put a gun to my head, 
If we don't Paint the town Red.

Paint me a lady from
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga

Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga

Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga

Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
holiness
God goes with them
What you know about going harder?
Walk with me through these martyrs
And fathers that barely father
For the Father boy don't
and did
But fuck it I'll take my own life
And cut a vein Black
Why don't you do like the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or fuck the glory
Why
miss them, tell someone you need them
Tell someone you wish you could be with them all the time

sounds silly but it's not a game, making music makes me
Now we're gon' get ourselves together
(Of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T)
No B.S. allowed
(Prince Paul)

[ Daddy-O ]
Let's get this straight -