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'
t see more
you
stare at
me a window
on a wall that's man black and blue
No one can remember how
And I can count
I must be you
I must be you
I am

Speed limit ain't last man fuck you wanna see what you gonna do
Niggas I don't really F you come dey buzz me from the blues
You asking for favors no need

Know we steady building but this shit go brick by brick
Damn
I've been all about my bag, only moving forward I ain't ever looking back
If I left yo ass

You know know know know
Silver in my cup, gold all on my wrist
She said what you want, I said all of this
No your man can’t come, he should call it

of you
To get me through
Thinking 
Is this all there is?

(Mmm) Saw a man in worn out shoes 
(Mmm) He was singing the blues
Singing
Is this all there is?

It's 40 an ounce I came by it
I can't lie, the truth is important
I can't hide it
Some of you forgot what you put
In and can't find it
No wonder you

So tell me which pill do you want the blue pill wake up believe or you don't
The red pill opens up your mind and succumb
To your spirit let it led what

for you?
Nah I'm not that kinda man, nah I'm just kidding, put that deep into your head
How can I take the criticism
Don't even get the symbolism
Like

sucked me up had to leave it right on her lip
I'm in a coupe having dreams about rafs
I wanna feel like I'm driving in space
Not working at kohl's fuck

still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I

A working Blue Scholar like I'm Pro Brown
Okay it's on now epiphanies from the cortex
Hot as solar strikes
But colder than a vortex, polar
Mind controller,

sess at
Let money come and I get that
That's on your summer, I guessed that
Know I had to do it for you
Nobody's gon' do it for you
If you ain't working

White tee, blue jeans with a bitch in the breeze
Ass to fat, she's wearing capris god damn
Broke boys trying to down me
I'm too busy with a girl in

bass hittin' like Ray Lewis
Satan loves evil and that's all he wants to bring to us
Couldn't find the blue paw print, I was clueless
Found out Satan will

just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys

It's Over

Corey Smith

In the Mood

2004

when I'm gone
But I'm moving on, If I don't I'll be dead by 21
I'd shoot myself in the head before I wind up like my dad
Working a job I hate

She Said

T

Naive

2002

and
Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in behind
These fantasies with no action searching for a remedy
Now she loves her man but there is just