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I'm sitting silent on the losing side
Watching everybody pass me by 
I wouldn't mind it if it wasn't for pride
Wishing that they'd just give me a try

walk out that door

I wish that we had some time
You'd realize I wanna be by your side
I wish we could press rewind
So we'll take our time too-
Hearts

on the Mason-Dixon Line.
Fits my life, oh so right, my Dixieland Delight.

--- Instrumental ---

and cause more casualties than Nam
This is only level one and I still ain’t done
Let’s see if I can blow up by the end of this song
You stanley steaming I’m

deceived by emotions
Montana I fronted you some packs and you told the world that i'm bogus
I ain't gone lie that shit hurt me
But on this side its still

Rhyming at hyper speed time is flying by but I'm relieved
Started from the bottom and the back pondering on how I'm gonna rap 
Lot of rappers caught up in

life. 
Sit around, gather around it’s story time.
I ain’t trynna waste my time my vision so bright 
You’re asking me why.. 
I barely come alive. 

Taking

with repeating shit
Try locking yourself in a room
Till you had 16 bars and the right instrumental
Was a gap-toothed lil nigga, so I got braces and tried

Dependin' on the weather
Or whether or not I bust
You with these lyrics
The rhythm is imbedded in the bass drum
Can you feel it?
Nod your head so I

really meant to
Let the pain bleed on the instrumental
Don't appreciate but they never been cool
Put 'em on a plate, yeah, a nigga been food
Nigga really

a king and I notice all the finer things
But I couldn't tell you how many times I rolled
Last week went by like a tumble weed
I hit my girl up and I was

WANNA BE BAD
Music and lyrics by Marion Aunor

Phone starts ringing
Don’t even need to look
I know who I’ll be seeing
And my heart skips a beat
Don’t

doors and swing  fours eat chicken out the box 
leaning in a cream rolls 
raised in the hood amongst hustlas and crooks 
influenced by the gees you can

and wash your hands
Find someone who’s gonna stand by you

Believe me, Angela
Believe me, Angela

Instrumental

Angela, I like that name
I know you’re not

you talkin' if you talkin' to me
I'm the man of the house, so I walk like a g
I might jump out the whip then go fuck up the scene
Bitch I live by

and better
Competitors can get it whenever
Like seven eleven
‘Cept I’ll use my pen
Instead of a weapon
By the end they gonna
Remember me brejen
Stone cold

and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz

I'd Follow You Into Fire

Verse 1

Our eyes meet
As you walk by across the street
The perfect illusion
We'd make the perfect twosome

I've gotten

nothing but a lie 
 Whenever we fought 
 I hope you will hold my hand like you did it yesterday 
 Whenever we die 
 I hope you will always be, always be by

they get to sinkin'

Hoppin' out on feet, passion pit, I take a walk
Machine gun stays by my side like I'm Megan Fox
Them boys playin' air guitar,

gave me my nickname back in 2014, so I can hide my government name
Relics in the process of rebirth, just to get the money that I need to put my body

I just wanna rap for
Ninety seconds without breathing
Here we go, I'm gonna try it, hopefully
I won't be screamin'
By the end of it, I cannot
Take

Like 6 cents misfit I swear I'm sick shit
You'd think I was Ryan
Sheckler by the way I make the kicks flip
Too cool hands shakes and dap serving all

of trust issues, friends are beneficial
They say I'm sentimental like a broken instrumental, I'm getting detrimental this that pedal to the metal,imma chase