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the glitz
We putting everything by the bic
And you looking funny to us (Ha ha ha)
Oh that's suppose to mean money to us
Look at me that's V, nothing better be

It's quiet as I look upon these lands
Five years have passed say new wrinkles in my hands
Once again I see hedgerows, hardly hedgerows
Little lines

And things are bigger when they were small
The wind blows down
Leaves on the ground
Many faces walking on the town
They fool around took by the hand
This curse

lie to me
i got 3 words for you bitch just say bye to me
i seen yo colors now you want some privacy
she bring my demons out now they all fighting me
i’m

So they put a rifle in my hand
Send me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in

He can't count to five
But he facing 25
Judge don't know his story
Yet, he throwing time
He getting out tomorrow
That's all in his mind
Hungry for

and follows. Ain't it Grand! 

Social justice, trolls, and ads
The 5th dimension is in our hands

Instant grat'. Anxiety
The game of life is hide and go seek

and haven't disappeared is all I need

Your gym shoes on the floor. Remind me what I'm for.  You'll be back by five
Let's let evening light. Shine in through

just to get by


V2

I hit the curb looking better then a Steve McQueen 

Let it grow and fluff it up with the Afro sheen 

I’m still mean like Tyson in

9 to 5 in my box
The man came up to me
I’ve got a plan, lend me a hand
You’ll make some serious money
Desperation can be leveraged
By those devious

seconds by the spliff
Got the Nike drip running clean with the fit
Write a lyric wax on going off the rip
Time to jump back hooks on the riff
Going no hands

we Got
All I’m saying
Is that Love Truly Matters
I see these kids affected by this crisis
They see it Happen all on their devices
It hurts my soul

each Miss State
This another dub on my mixtape
You a big fake
Get clapped by the (blip) (spray)
That ain't it, bae
Yeah I slay
While you taking L's
Bout

Genesis 1:26 said let's make man in our image and likeness 
And in Genesis 2 out of dust he formed the man and called him Adam

God then gives this man 5

til five am
Stationed in my domain
Crafting rhythmic hymns
Ripping through looseleaf
Loosely losing sleep
Lunar power's taken over me
Open the portal I

Verse 1

Baby hold my hand, please don’t let me fall

Give me all you’ve got, yes I need it all

Don’t let me go, let me go, keep me by your side

I

I like to cry when there's nothing else to do
I rub my eyes after staring back at you

I watch you turn blue
Then you hands defuse
It's just floating

on the block
Call me butcher lahd ya get chopped
Bop
I got a hand gun
You might need this gat more than ya man does
1v1 bare fist no clip press record
Got proof

like your opinion man
You're just another Stan
Turned on by my killing sprees
Why can't you just let me be
I'm Sweet Blue Haired Mary of the Lowlands

don't drink
Iced coffee in my hand and a lighter in the other
Babe by my side cuz we're friends and I love her
And I like the way she thinks
Then

Lost a couple hundred on the dice ima shake back
Same hand feeling on yo bitch how you shake that
Watch the love front that lul butch she can fake

Overthinking is my nine to five
It never shuts off but I survive anyhow
The clock is ticking
But on the other hand
I've got way too much
Time
Time

they ever ask me who my top 3
It's King Bread, followed by a pair of carbon copies
This shit just got me going crazy
I get paid, no time to waste, I

I'm SHADY

Yo where's my boy at the wifey won't have it
Won't let you out now say bye to that marriage
Ooh the swags on you know the black magic
Ladies