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apologise
I'm sorry that I ain't working no 9 to 5
Sorry not sorry, man that ain't my kinda life
I need time locked away with the things that make me shine

figures 

I know some gold digger and some old niggas 
Man I been up off the porch I am not those niggas 

Hot box in the chevy yeah we speeding down a one

mesmerized by the hat with the gold staff, when you rich everything you say make the hoes laugh, (hahaha) Mic you so crazy, yeah bitch i'm actually

stoned for this
Man around the city in known for this
Magic to her ears she gone moan for this
Fighting like kids we 2 grown for us, 
They want to I push

Yeah
Just had to stretch man
It's real serious in here right now
The limbo is sitting still

Let's get it
Come on
All black whips with the all black

Only 19
But she saw his magic
His beauty
They saw stone cold
But she saw his heart
Pure as gold
Sparkling like the starry night sky
Glistening like

paint gold
Won’t paint no war, I’m off the main road
No people round here get robbed for their phones
Or dragons get chased in the blocks
Where the popo

atop white cliffs, savaged by the cold
Should the tears fall to the stones to reflect a man so gray and old
When paradise is lost to temptation

with a AK in the back by the door
I hit his jack for a pack while I whip up the slack, its like magic how I make it gold
Demon attacks in the rack

Great prince of the Genie, these two dogs are my brothers,
and I'm the third one.
When our father died and left us
a capital of three thousand gold

Hello, what's wrong?
Ah nothing, no, it's stupid
You wouldn't really-
Nah you're good man, go ahead
It's just that, Blue-eyed people get all

giving sloppy, man
Used to call me Clyde, other half to her Bonnie
One night she slit my throat
Used black magic, I'm a zombie
Dead inside, just born that

Black gold stolen from their homes 
Over two million souls disappeared like magic 
Shipped and stacked in lower decks
 Stuffed like overhead baggage

Get Ready

Half Pint

Look at All the Love We Found: A Tribute to Sublime

2005

no more Cris tonight
Gold to me is like Superman and Kryptonite
So I pray how I don't miss my flight, switch to night
Get out the plane, it look all

around the chimney pots
Are like the pilgrim of the year gone by
He sleeps
Once he was a young man
Who loved in the spring
And lay beneath the upturn sky

got to make a living
You get put on, not by a teacher nor type of religion
But by sinning and winning culture around hype creating fiction
For Im

gold on my wrist
Phone in my pocket
Look at the stars
Can't you tell we're fallen?
Travel far unknown where they bury me?
All by my own drinking kerosene

Get Ready

Blackstreet

Double Up

1999

no more Cris tonight
Gold to me is like Superman and Kryptonite
So I pray how I don't miss my flight, switch to night
Get out the plane, it look all

Twirled doobies in the stu we gotta go
Vominioes lets continue on pursuing pot of gold
And J said P
All this goofy rappin gotta stop
Man this shit getting

I got the magic stick like I'm a wizard
Hart so cold like a blizzard whip change e
Colors like a lizard is this yo bitch you
Better get her

Like

It's crazy out here man
Let's have a little fun with it

My writing like lightning
Like right hits from Tyson
Might get white Timbs 
To contrast

Take it all offering
Off a cliff i'm driving
Look up now i'm flying
I only got eyes for you girl
Sweet jesus looking like a new world
On a magic carpet

look from afar detached in a schizm
But this time false machismo
Won't topple the griffin
Aloft is the mission
Divine intervention designed by magic

of a lie by a pagan
From the cadence, to the fragrance, to the patience
Salutations
My rider's chicken and eggs, who the the gammon on
I ain't eating no old