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I’m Rodman  bitch I’m in That mode
(Go)
I You know imma blow
Can’t fuck with the bunnies they Sniffin on snow
(Ha)
Smokin on gas (what)
Smellin like

Waves, rolling in fresh and blue
It reminds me of you
Could you miss me too?
Time, has gone by for so long
Now I'm writing this song
I am waiting for

to the music and dancing with everyone
Passing a joint by the campfire light
Blowing smoke rings to see who could do it right
Silent disco at the top of the hill

What could I say from the beginning
Of my life
This shit has always been a fight
I ain’t ever seen a night
Where
Nobody be
Coming at me
Tryna flex

vulnerable state
Invest in real estate, never facilitate that weak shhh...
They speakin' now is ya real or fake?
Cuz my watch real, pulled out the Louis

stressing
Buss down A-P blue like Dolph
Brand new whip pulling up at the loft
Tech in my cup just to cure my cough
Fit too fye' nigga fuck bout a cost bitch

when I die, write "Cai the Dreamer" on my grave 
But legends never die, and I know my soul is saved 
We all seem like some wrecks on these separate paths

on stagnant 
All these blue faces
They think that I'm stacking 
That ain't even what I'm jacking huh
Smokin on cheese in a fronto shit slapping 
Thorty wanna

There’s an old man standing at the corner
And the rain’s drippin' in his shoes
And he looks at you, as you walk briskly by
And you think what to do

cast no hoes 
Feelin like the blue cash more doe
I'm in the booth right now and it's costing 
 Lil mama sweet right now like some frosting 
I don't know

A lot on my mind
It always is
Im chasing my fears
I’m scared I might lose
What I’m really pose to do
I know I’m quiet bussing moves
And I’ve been

from the blue
I couldn't have wished for a better view
I'm already proud of what you will achieve
Remember, be brave, trust yourself and believe

Heya

Sometime in 6th we ended up in the same class
I'd seen you before, brown hair and blue backpack 
You pestered the teacher and oh you made me laugh

blow a cloud homie
God said if you know yourself then you know me
They say I'm a G imma g in my city
Hope it mean good do what I could for my city
Abby

the fuck is going on
But I know I'm really losing it
Wavy blue guy said bad trips don't exist
Then we're stuck in 1986
The blades of grass are turning into

Mama, I'm sorry if I don't make it home 
Police they got me, they won't leave me alone
I wasn't resisting, I played by the rules that you gave me

Stacking up bands by the two
I gotta go get the blue
Okayyyyy
You play
Now I just got the bag in the safe
In the safe
We gon play
We just getting back in our

of eponymousness
While in a landslide even further from anonymous bliss
Since all you seem to know is a 7 by 3
Blue light display rectangular version of me
I hope

Don fresh and clean
Blue Polo suit had to pick it up at 3
Got it tailored by Ms. Ling shit looked so sweet
On the way to the club
Just left the pent

on twigs
You’ll neva see me go smoke ona cig
We get it poppin' wherever you live
Drank in the cup and I like when it fizz
I ain’t gon trip man I know what it

One Slack, two Slacks
Old Slack, new Slacks
Red Slack, blue Slack
Me Slack, you Slack
I had two Slacks, now I got two more
Two plus two quick maths

run
Different views
Don’t wanna get stopped by them boys in blue
Foot to the pedal when I’m passing through
Dawg where you at they gone target you

The trees
The snowy mountain
The deep blue sea
That's where I'll be
To walk, beside the fire
Is the only way to kill my desire
So pack your bags,

move your hips

Inside
The the thing that you're lacking is
Hard to come by and ends up far away
In time
We've got no more sunshine left
"Take 'em