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the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making

in her ear lobe
Shes always dressed in black like Johnny Cash
The perfect size with perfect tits and ass
Shes always at a show or at a bar
Weed cocaine

and American cheese
Swedish Fish and Russian Teas
Next we gotta get rid of Johnny Cash
It offends debit cards that name is trash
Then we gotta cancel White Claw,

test me I will not fail 
The interviewer smirks, and with one thumbs up, sends Jonathan to acrobat hell 
Dusk till dawn, and the days were long, not

as what?
Been here 
For a long year
Walking in the dust as it kicks up
Trying to create art and cash, without givin up
Lookin at the sky 
Watching clouds

face is raw hash   
And in my mad dash
I grab his petty cash   
And sunflower seeds

If it were easy	
If it were easy
If it were easy, easy
It wouldn't

the ones he's lost
Life has seemed to pass him by
Cycles in, cycles out
He found hope in little ways
Like strumming Johnny Cash aloud
And morning coffee

hating
Now tell me wherr the hell you got your information
You in a relationship but you say it's complicated
Oh it's complicated
Aw girl stop playing
Now

that mouth when that shit come down to my bro
Or else we upping all them glocks and yeah we letting that shit blow

Did it all by myself, I ain't never

I had to keep my wrist plain
Next time I'm in the H, I'm finna hit up Johnny Dang
Suck me dry like a vampire, but the bitch ain't got no fangs
This

burning in hell if I don't save myself
I want to try but I'm tired
I'm Burning rubber running through circles of fire
Or whatever that Johnny cash song is

See I ain't never had to think about this shit before
Like who the hell am I allowing through my freaking door
Or which bad chick I'm rolling with

accept any bribes
No Johnny Cash on my rhythm
But still I'm walking the line
I'm walking down to Abbey Road
I hope I learn I'm a star
I gave Yahweh my

could leave you in sadness and shame
Just don't get burnt by the flame

Johnny Cash & June had it right
Talking about love, how it can burn
Must be true,

love a treesh
Yeah, the streets will save her
Rockstar like Jimi
Rockstar, Johnny Cash
No guitar come with me
But TINYT play Fender Jag'
Get you whacked

no need to skyline like a rainbow
Ain't no waiting on no halo
Hell no ain't tryna be angel in the sky
I'm demon in disguise
Keep my eye all the prize

precious one and only
He digs old Johnny Cash, hey, that's alright by me

Straight ahead, Anaheim, high jinx, party time
Nothin' the law can do, ah, stick

come through a mail cash app or you got Zelle , He comin' down for a ying
I ain't even got my scale  police ass nigga, probably can't wait to tell  If I

Atkins and Johnny Cash too
Ben's been known to sing Home Of The Blues
I tell you just ain't much that he can't do
He's got an old cabin way back in

prolly gon' shine
Heard yo unky set up shop
It ain't prolly no linе
I can't come and get it
But cuz prolly close by
If you see cuddy with a strap
He gon'

worth like 300 grand
But the album worth like 3 million
Got on my shit when I meant my fans
And I seen my bro count 800 bands
In cash

And it damn there

What keep me up at night, and get me up in the morning is
The love of the money
As kids we used to dream, get a bag by any means for,
For the love

on her tits
Solid gold pussy and a diamond on her clit
Smoking on a Marley with a Barbie in a Rari
Bran off the Molly dabbing diamonds at the party
Johnny