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the credit
I'm a work in progress I ain't perfect imma need some edits
He the lamp to my feet I trust I don't know where I'm headed
So we take it day by day we

jeans now
If u touch that skateboard again
You will be shot.

Verse 1

I lost my patience listening to radio stations
Program directors destroying

World on my shoulders can't weight my options
If I could choose
I pick the same shit
This life taught me
Don't regret your moves
I beat the buzzer
In

saccharin, fentanyl, pfizer 

Leave it running 
Leave the keys in it
If I ain't back in a minute, gun it
You can go and keep it
I got both feet

far?
The prodigal or prophetic?
I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit
Cutting corners like I'm tracing

Reunited

Wu-Tang Clan

Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 2

2004

tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna

tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna

niggas follow path like a lead singer.
To all my niggas for the streets.
.How e wan be na.
Hustle based on believe.
Keep your heads up high, let your feet

red
I'm swamped by sin, can't keep it in - I want to shout and scream

Just burn it down
Burn the whole town
Tear it down to the ground
Don't leave one

Room, in the ass I hear, while

I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP

non-linear
Convoluted storytelling

Name some names
Amigo

Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice

So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer

It was

brain section.
Joy for the frowning to keep'em from downing, drowning
Feeling protection of angelic surrounding.
The feeling getting marked by god is so

of the sound of the crowd
Back to back and minute by minute
Those records keep playing my feet ain't gonna quit
I love my radio I need my radio
Doing it right

cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in

Uh oh
Looks like we got another one of them sad ass love songs again
Alex Asar

This here's for the radio edit
Aye Aye Aye Aye 

I Love Ya baby
You

to change my mind
I'm gone

Lost in the crowd
Blunts and bottles keep tossin' around
Feel like both feet off of the groud
It's 100 different ways we
Could

to every feen
We own the block (x3)
Gotta keep them pockets green

It doesn't matter snow or shine
I gotta stay on my grind
Cause there's dollars to be made

what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In

lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty

gotta keep the loud 
Chosen like I’m adopted as a child
My goal when I’m woke is make my daughter proud
I do what I can to make your mama smile 
I’m

Message Sent

Sage Francis

Personal Journals

2002

type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill" method
I edit one third of a word per second

Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss

Stay with me, stay
Stay into the deep
Holler in the dark
My heart will keep the beat!

Neaky freat or freaky neat
Put your hands up in defeat!
Word

bumping in my ear holes
Need to keep it crystal clear so I can memorize and hear Bones spit
Bryan Cranston tap-dancing under the sea
Godzilla clash with

the bags I keep a stash, within a hundred feet
Everything all moving up from the corner street
Im back in the studio mixing tracks, cooking dope beats
Hot in