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Cali with a baddie passin’ cannabis
I’ll be in the valley somewhere out by where the mansions is
Heard about your album sorry that you had to cancel it

Ay
Ay

These are some wild times
Running to the money like I never made it
Chased by the past but I can't change it
Nothing in the world will ever be

don't want
No stops, did it by myself until the album dropped, it's
All love to the game I'm playing till I drop

And I was free for a minute
You could

Yo
Yo

This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no

wanna get a sneak peek
Got the Smith & Wesson out here teaching lessons, that bitch talking to 'em like it teach speech
Lettin' Glocks off, knockin'

Recreation Day [From Dark Discoveries to Heartless Portraits, Live]

Evergrey

Recreation Day [Bonus Track]

2003

version
Which was on the album Inner Circle
But this song is called Recreation
What? Recreation, recreation, recreation
I don't think- I don't think you

my crown you better come out
Look at my team, everybody clean (everybody clean)

Now how are we back here again
How come am laughing at them and you

dozen
Had to do it like this
This is my lingo
Tryna get chips stacked just like they're pringles
Working on an album so here is a single
Do not cross me

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

grown hate
I don’t need your co-signs now
I bought my own space
By years of overturnin every stone face
Army of one and I got the right troops
I done ran

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

Levitt
Nigga, please, you're irrelevant
I'm the one to make you relevant
Arrogant asshole
Got me hoping you get fucked by an elephant
I'm done here trying

Coming up in the game
Ain't never be the same
Fuck a album, drop the tape
Now they know your name
Ain't no need to sign a deal
Just to get the fame

to
Cause life ain't in order, I'm like
How many words do I write or
How many times do I write to a song or
How many songs do I put to
An album for you to see

another artist?"

Wrong, it's just that half of
These rappers out here retarded
There's only 2 reasons why I
Wouldn't do a song
Either it isn't beneficial

an athlete dawg, I'm a poet
I never needed any help
Man I did it by myself
Just waiting for the day you see
My album on the shelf and

Didn't write a fuckin'

I'm just here working and-
Not what the rumor has it
Damn! It's a rumor that
I got someone pregnant? Yup
(yeah)

Countin' up money in the back

nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn

the fridge
And steak in the oven
But could never explain the
Cocaine in the cupboards
And while you was raised by your cousins
You see, I pray for my brother
I

you'll still see me
I go forward, right by three, three, three
I'm Jamie, don't watch J-M-E
I do what I want, I'm free, free, free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

of the world on my shoulders
I'm losing the plot on a daily
Fading away with a hole in the pocket man I'm broke son
But let's toke one
Bit of weed here and there

song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky

And pantsuits owned by Hilary Rodham,
So just do me a favor
Take this album and blast it
And Understand you just been blessed With an instant classic
This is what