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We've got broken hearts again
Afraid they might never mend
As days go by
And as we float through infinity
We just want something to believe
We're all

Money, money, money and a thing called love
Got one thing in common: I don't get enough
But sweet flavoured memories of young days gone by
Remind me

like I had to
Have you floating up shits creek for thinking this shit's sweet
20 Henny's in 7 days, it's been a lit week
I know you thinking that that's

the hardest thing to do
These days are mine
No future
I can't help it
Lay me in a bed of red roses
A sweet taste of Psychosis
Fell in love with a girl in

I'm not mike 
ain't shit sweet but my tooth
My younger never played ball 
but he love to shoot 
Never had license still pushing coups 
All this shit

We were going to Alabama
And it was quiet sweet
But we were shocked
Because now we know the truth
It got us in a bad mood
And now we're singing this

the Business
We listening to Cardi got em' christened in Barcardi
And they gonna end the night by getting freaky wit somebody we
Link with the team time to ball

Sweet Saturday nights
When I’m with you
It’s a vacation
Say she down to ride
Get on top and drive me crazy
Times like this
I can’t help but reminisce

polio vaccine never worked
It never warmed his heart
It never... healed him
So...
What do I do now?
Talk to him
Tell him
My sweet child, my baby my boy
I

pass so fast
Mama keep me warm
Till the rhythm lasts
Grandma's apple strudel sweet and pristine
Turkey stuffing by Aunt Josephine
Turkish coffee out end

in my rarri
That bitch fell in love
She said i'm different
But she a thottie
And i'm smoking on biscotti
That bitch fucking on me and the whole gang

movie in my head, and you'll get the best experience 
By listening to the 7 songs in order from start to finish
I kept this project intentionally short

a knee
Ain't see the level I would reach
Now they grovel at my feet
Haters serving up the beef
It's all good I love to eat
Ground you all on your feet
Then

a threat 
Twenty-four in a week 
Tryna duck like it's sweet 
Make me up it & collect 

I need my digits 
Young nigga tryna get broke off 
Stack it and flip

a Bentley
Got me upping up the ante
Cause I'm getting bigger like a venti

Brown sugar milk tea, sweet like you
I been feeling the vibes, baby come thru
Your

pack your bags, you hit the road
And I’m still here
I still love you though, I want to give you roses while you still here...
While you are still here
I

Slurp it up
Feed ya face
Mask No face no case
I Love a lil role play
I can spice it up
Call me da black Ms.Munroe
And you can Be Sinatra
Sing to me a bit

Take my time that's why I'm different
I don't rush this kind of shit
I'ma sex her any second
Getting money by the minute
Watch out for these clockers

guarantee I'll contemplate
I guess that you got got by me but that's pretty common place
When everyday I've fought grimy with my kamikaze face
Pulling up

more swisher sweets

I like feet up yeah indeed
Always feeling complete
Journey making me seek
Vuski Baby I Preach, Vuski Baby I Preach
Vuski Baby I

If you stay committed to the grind then time wont stop ya
Man I took some shrooms now I'm up in outer space
Grab that girl by the waist 
Told her let's

pounds
All of them nights in the trap
All of my life was a trap
Counting bens just to see where im at
Never had love so im living off packs
Niggas some

is no power at all
But I've been playin' it wrong
I've been stayin' sweet and small too long
And when the patriarchy's grown this strong
A siren is

keep moving, this life I'm always improving
In the channels of love, you know a bitch be losing
And so I close myself in, put myself in a box
Womb