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jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know

ain't got a clue 
Dog sick I'm getting off like I left him with the flu 
Short hair brown skin lil baby that's my muse
And she fucking with a nigga yea

oh
I'll get you home by a decent time
Wait, fuck yo' bed you can sleep in mine, yeah
Let's make it happen, girl, I need some time
Speakin' of time,

moving too fast like what got into you
Yeah this PVP, fuck TMZ, I ain't doing no interviews
Damn I'm a smooth ass criminal
My bitch a muse
Came with that

keep it principle, you stay so cynical
You make it bad by cutting the interview
Nothing to do with you
It's magic
I'll take a carpet ride like I

Interview With a Princess

Did you walk among the heather Lady Di lady Di
Summer  colors lighting up the moorland
When the goblin winds and their

up in middle school
Your baby mama stuff the pills for me and pay the bills for you
And this no lie, I can't count the days that go by
I just know I

to the attic and seeks
The magic that speaks back
Transcribe the interview
When I begin to use I
Can’t hide my inner views
If music was therapeutic I’d have
Been

words have the power to move people
moved to write by whatever infant muse

Although I never would have described it this way
I thought of writing

conversations turn to interviews
When did downplaying what I've done fulfill your inner muse
When did countin my pockets make you disregard my feelings too

everyone movin' but you
Yeah, I think I found me a muse
She been my rhythm and blues
She know my interviews
She makin' me dinner, too
Nights by myself with

He missed the interviews
She loves him not
He's out of muse
Can't rub himself off
He's lost his voice
Couldn't buy Christmas toys
Friends avoid him

everyones mind they will lose
My skill, transfuse
Abandon the interview
My sword is now glowing blue, i kill the fucking gru 
Swallowed a pill, my mind grew