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that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming
a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us
probably won't feel me
But as you know me, I don't really give a fuck
Before I leave I'd like to give a word to the shorties
Despite what I say, despite
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
If you ain't got nothing nice to say
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, nah
Don't talk to me
If you ain't got nothing to say
Don't talk to me
Don
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from Occult Radiance by Fleeting Joys
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Yeah yeah
Everytime I wake up from my bed I gotta flex
I just go to my home city then I flex up on my ex
And you know it's on when me and Ducrez link
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
just
I just wanna make a family album as a sound- as a music album because
I don't know the concept of that is just interesting to me!
Like exploring
this vibe from a guy
I thought he was funny and nice when he tried
He talked to me kind which took me by surprise
I said wait, come closer, let me see
constantly tryin' to find a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?
It's P. Diddy muthafucka
Do or die?
Don
nigga
Seen you last week in your black ass car, freak
You try to play like Mr all of that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I don't have no
made aware i think i outta be
you making ultimatums now you don't talk to me
you make shit way worse then it outta be
i aint arguin on the phone come
and you're far down below
Don't fuckin' try me hoe
I'm speedin' up don't think I'm takin' it slow
I'm rapping so fast like a god damn pro
You can try to keep
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 3:]
Corporate scared of me 'cause I ain't safe
Dey don?t know wat da fuck
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
now
Hatin' on me, lookin' dumb right now Show y'all why I cut a buzz right now
I ain't even mad, this is fun right now My next album's done right now
So
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
I'll love you like I've never, even loved somebody
I'll give you things you didn't even know you wanted
Don't tell me that it's not enough
My time is
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