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clocking me
Bitch why are you eyeing me
Boy bye cuz you trying me
She want a picture with Robyn
You know that she up and comin'
You wanna hang with Robyn
I

parent thing is hard
But having you is the best
If I could do it all again
I hope you choose me again
And I might choose violence
If they messing with you

Practice makes perfect
You worth it
Robyn
I'm still going be Robyn
He heh
Yeah
And I'm on that
Paper chase paper chase
Get them pennies out my face

By those thighs
You rather have me
In cowboy boots
Saying my name is Clyde
But I don't say sweet nothings
So Sly and devil gleam
Sip your Jim beam babe

Check

Chris Janson

Real Friends

2019

CJ 5 jacked up high, check
'83 'Cephus in the tape deck, check
Hottest thing alive ridin' shotgun, check
Gold chain hangin' low with the red on my

Aambjay he got Cali stepping 
Where my money at don't make me Robyn Fenty

When I'm climbing the ranks hold the ladder steady
When I'm not at the bank then

earth in his hands

He loosens a pebble and hangs there quite silent

Listening to his heart 'til it lands

Listening to his heart moved by his art

Up

you’re stressing and depressed and you be pulling out your hair, 

This is my acoustic song, 

To get you through it all... so let me play with this guitar

dispute
Some elbow grease, without further ado
Don't bother me, by asking what I do
I do just what I please, and then it pleases you
It took some patience

She said she listened to my music
She in love with the acoustics
She listens to it everyday Takin' all her pain away
She listens to my music, aye
But

is quiet in my painting
Everything is quiet in my painting
Everything is quiet
But my eyes move
And they can see you

They're gonna hang me in

World Wide Mob Figgaz

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me

World Wide Mob Figgaz

2Pac

Until the End of Time [Clean]

2001

on the front line, livin' it up
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang (thug hang)
World wide mob figga, let me

Yeah he all about the money
That's how we get down
Got a bag ready for me
Every time I come around
Been trapping by the pound
Been trapping by

pray music
Vivid, lucid dreams
Let loose in the pure hearts with divine acoustics
We lay blueprints at the blue note
I come from a people transmuted,

No Earthly Connection

Rick Wakeman

The Mixture

with death for pain he gave
To those he soon will meet
The rope hung loosely 'round his neck
The devil at his feet 

You shall hang, said the judge

Feature Presentation

Cypress Hill

IV

1998

a junkie, fucking with 'ron and cocaine 
Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned 
By the world renowned, Cypress compound!
 
Heavy artillery

That he'd be better off with someone cleverer than me

And I ask myself
Is this love? Is this love?

Color me white as the falling snow
Color me dark

this music
We get the spinnin
Let the choppa sing acoustics
Yea I took a L, on me that's a get back
Yea I took a L, forever get my lick back
Fuck

Peace in Mind

Neneh Cherry

Homebrew

1992

bread and wine
To keep me cool inside

I had a home
Inside of me

Acoustic
Acoustic loneliness

I knew a young girl by the name of Suzie
Now she

catch me
On my breaking bad
I said I just might
Bring them things out
Aiming at the sky
You in my way
I’m trying to get by
Baby bird soaring
You adoring

samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Genius on the thrown with the master intellect please
King to a pawn whats a god to a chest piece
Find me on my King

Robyn Stone, what's good girl, yeah!!!
Sent me some motivational words of encouragement man
So this is for us yo! Yes indeed this is for us
We're going

produced by me
My flow be smooth as butter
I never stutter or mutter my words
Nigga I'm fly as a bird
I might just grind up my herbs
Before I write this next